Therapeutic

It is therapy for me to make the pen dance melodies across an otherwise bleek piece of paper. To create words that don't exist because I WANT TO is simply bliss or to write about that crush that I want to kiss in the third person as if it is a wish of a young girl around 16-ish can only be done in poetic form. I can curse out my best friend or ask God to let me into Heaven or bunji jump off of clouds at night and wake up flying a kite around the sunshine, because I am the author of the masterpiece and to me it is the best pain killer for reality. It is MY therapy! I can honor those who I loved so much or degrade them to an anesthetic touch just because they pissed me OFF! I can lay down and write haikus all day about the rain personified or the clarity of the water in the bay. I can use words that those around me do not understand or think with my pen in my mouth and his heart in my hand or vice versa or write about sitting all day while I stand. I create a magical landscape with a concrete jungle back drop or sing a capella songs in hip hop. It is my THERAPY! And I can re-create my life by myself unjudged, unrevised, and fully certified. Thank GOD for it.