WRITING

WRITING

I like writing poetry
Is an understatement
Because language is
My blood, my breath,
My being.
If I cannot write
My mind goes haywire
My thoughts entangle
My sensibility disappears.
Give me my laptop
Tomorrow.
My notepad and pencils
I can face mental hospital
Children stealing my wheelchair,
Therapy and groups
As long as my words
Can find paper, screen and friends.
So next week, while away
I will be here
And writing.
Thank you for your painting
I will wrap my words around it
And live.
See you soon

© Darren White© Darren White