It started out as therapy,
I needed to vent to have my say.
So much darkness I couldn't see,
Now I find words have set me free.

One day my mind is full of rhyme,
the next it seems to just mark time.
No flow or rhythm does appear,
cerebral mush, nothing is clear.

Like a bolt from out of the blue,
up pops some words, clearing my view.
Some make sense so I start to write,
darkness dispelled by rays of light.

Many a night I'm pulled from sleep,
I have to write some words to keep.
Once on paper it starts to flow,
at last I have something to show.

I now create words that are fun,
no more darkness only the sun.
As I bloom, catharsis complete,
I've learned so much my mind's replete.