Writing me back to health.
I try to write a poem each day
Or maybe two, or three
I cannot write that complex stuff
But how it pleases me
To let the words come flowing out
To fill a clear white sheet
I have to write these songs each day
To make my life complete.
It weren’t so very long ago
My mind was filled with stress
War, it wasn’t meant for me
And I was in a mess
Angry, taut, and filled with hate
That’s how it was before
But now I’m so relaxed, and loose
I don’t suffer any more.
Because I started writing poems
Each day I’d write down words
Which seemed to pick me up a bit
Whenever I was stirred
But all that stuff has left me now
I’ve come a long, long way.
And now I write a poem or three
With every passing day.
15 February 2015 @ 1255hrs.