Writing in the Hospital

We have writing. In notebooks. And mini notebooks that are in our bags and pockets. Revealed sometimes. Not always when we choose. We have nature. We have friends. We have adventures. We have the mental hospital. We have time, To write, Sometimes, When we want to, When we have to- Go back to the hospital. We have writing there too. We meet people who enjoy talking. We write with crayons. Crayons can carry baggage too. We have writing. Sometimes, Until lights out. Then my paper becomes a whisper. We have to write. Even at night. Even in here. My words become fear. I open my drawer, shaking. They took it all away.