Ink

Lost in her mind with so many thoughts to grind,

Her walls of withdrawal crush her in

Compressed air makes her head spin!

Screaming words clog her throat

Oh! they are too heavy to croak!

Swallowing them hard, she crumples to the floor

Digging some light who

Finds her too thick to bore

In a desperate hope to find her papers and ink,

Her only hands to hold before she could sink!

Writing is

More than just recreation or art

They are, strong wings upon her heavy heart!