My Therapy

My therapy
Wrap the pain in free verse
Expose the hurt through verbs
Make the page soak up the tears
So I don't have to drown living
My therapy
Voices speaking I know
Yet they haven't read a single thought
I'm flying beyond light in years
I'm strong from the burdens I lifted
When speak my eyes are like geysers
As the ledger soaks in the frustrations
My therapy
Has me trapped
In a room filled with light
One thing...
When I leave the room is dark
What was isnt...
What is will never be afterwards
Until I remove seriousness odpoint from the pad
Breathing life back into reflection
My therapy
Laid me as the foundation
Just as it seems
Jehovah pitched me as the tent
I've died a many of deaths
Just to constantly live in vain
My therapy...
The lines are laced with metaphors
Hidden in corners
Trembling as I yearn to cultivate
From the conscious of a spectator
Free and clear by design
The art of language
That I've scribed venomous concoctions
That intertwines with
My Therapy