Because I’m Writing

Caylee Allyson
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

I feel like writing again.
That’s how I know I’m not well.
When my fingers hover over the keyboard,
(Because who writes with pens anymore?)
I can feel them tingling with emotions.
Ones I can’t understand.

I know that they’re waiting to release
everything I’ve been keeping inside.
The built up tension is pushing them
closer and closer to the keys
until finally the feelings come bursting out
like a river bursting through an unstable dam.

I type as fast as my fingers will let me,
letting all of my emotions rush out of my mind.
All that pain, that stress and that heartbreak
flow onto the page and are
suddenly perfectly portrayed in prose.
And I begin to understand them.

Right now, there’s so many fears to explore,
tears to describe, stress to endure.
Because I’m writing, I know I can find
where I am in my mind.
I know that I’m struggling with knots
that my brain cannot untangle inside itself.

Because I’m writing, I know that I’m not well.
But because I’m writing, I know that I’ll get better.

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