blybluejeans

Yes, I get an overwelming need to write and
If I don't, my mind just don't seem alright.
My mind can become so heavy, and has to be lightened
So many voices, so many thoughts, I become frightened.
To whom can I share and lighten these thoughts
To whom do I trust so they may not become a loss.
With pen in hand, I release the voices onto  paper
and they can flow as smooth as a vapor.
At times they may want to play, and become hidden,
but to keep my sanity, I let them know that this is forbidden.
When the voices choose not to speak, I dream
and I bring them alive on paper, or so it may seem.
The pen and paper is where I send my whispers,
they keep my secrets and make great listeners.
There are times, I must capture a moment in time,
for something tells me that moment is prime.
It captures my eye, I know not what it might be,
I snap the perfect shot, though you may not agree.
That photo holds fast to a memory,
so new eyes can look upon it in another century.
Yes I do this for my sanity, 
and yes, I do this to keep my humanity.