What Writing Did For Me
It's always been an outlet,
To help me deal with pain.
Had it not discovered me,
I would have gone insane.
It let me vent my feelings.
It helped me look inside.
It let me have emotions
I didn't have to hide.
I could put it all in words.
Release it, with a pen.
And If I wished, revisit it,
Every now and then.
If writing had not found me,
Who knows where I would be.
I never would've walked this path.
I just would not be me.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2012
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