This pen is my outlet
as I place it to the paper
White and folded
Energy flows, and fumbles

It’s not always easy
to crate lines, and shapes
and circles that describe,
explain, and relates

Sometimes my pen is a fork
Jammed in the tight slots
Along the wall
nothing comes out

Only a snap of sparkling light
and the sizzling of shaking
stimulating, soreness
making my heart soar

My eyes swell with tears
that are dry from the heat
inside my lungs, full
of words that wont withdraw

My pen creates pictures
of how I am, which a camera
cant sake into focus
no one reads my pictures

Noone sees my face
I hold it in for no one to see
If I’d cry they’d ask
So I write

One day the most important
Thing to write will come out
as for now I get snapping, soaring, soreness
Until my dam is too full to not let loose

I dont think it's complete but it is what came out as I put my finger tips to the keys

As I put up armor and arm my self from the world
The arms of someone special
Are around me when I need them most
In prayer and blessing I am reminded of the saving power
The arm of the lord is my strength and my comfort
While the arm of one mans down fall is my burden
But it is lifted as I am carried away in my dreams at night
As I describe in letter the incident
As I run next door for support that is not seen
The most reliable arms are around me
And I didn’t know it till I searched for love and found it.