writing is my joy

the happiest time of year

for most

is the hardest for me,

overtaken by the cold

and my anxiety,

searching desperately

for a moment

to breathe,

harder to sleep

and i’m begging

for one day

where i feel happy

authentically,

a gift that i can’t find

under the tree,

a spark that brings back

the old me

who found positivity

easy to preach,

give me a reason

to believe,

if only temporarily.

and quietly,

i find my peace

as i write my piece,

sit and let

my written words speak,

explore a side

others don’t often see

and leave it all

on the page,

unleash my raw thoughts

and honesty,

let my creativity

take center stage

as i build a legacy

that will outlive me,

time stops for no one,

but as i write,

the clock freezes,

leaving a mark

that future generations

will feel as they read,

my word will reverberate

for all who need relief

when life’s got ‘em beat.

it’s in these moments

where i find my joy,

like my younger self

with his new

favorite toy,

the anxious nerves

seemed inescapable,

but the clouds part

as i write it out,

my heart

no longer pounds,

and i’ve found

myself again,

release all the pain

i’d held within

and finally start

to heal,

i write what’s real

and find the strength

i’ve been begging

to feel.

writing is my joy.