Writing- a therapy

Writing comes in deception 

It's a play rehearsed in head

An unheard song of heart 

A therapy of an unprofessional counselor

Writing comes in forms unknown 

Sometimes hidden beneath the damp grass

At times far above the skies

Or maybe on the skin when quietly undressed 

I see it in each dripping rain drop 

In each heavy cloud 

Below the Horizon 

And inside the funeral shroud

Writing is my therapy

An unprofessional counselling session 

It's a melancholy melody 

Whose tune forever leave footprints amidst the heart's beachside.