When the colours of my mind
Splash across the canvas of paper
The ink tells stories more powerful
Than empires, and greater.
It’s an untangled mess
Of love lost, of broken bonds
Of beautiful places and distant homes
All together, woven of the time beyond.
My benevolence lies bare,
Reaching to everyone I touch
My hands are tied to better the world
But the efforts are futile, tiresome.
Hope is my four letter word
Escaping the harsh reality that surrounds,
The alphabet is my sword,
It has strength, it has power.
Writing is my escape.
Writing is my peace.
Writing is my paradise.