Pen to Paper

Pen to paper does not force a heart to pour out it’s darkest secrets.


It is not a dagger causing words to bleed from an open wound.


When the blood and tears are ready to flow, the pen is simply the vein;


The heart, it’s own brain with it’s own language, it’s own imagery.


There is no right or thought or hope,


It is simply need to pour forth what can no longer be kept in.