Written by Destiny Bergeron
It’s part of me
As critical as an artery
The need is involuntary
What it pumps out
Gives me this relief
Makes all the things
Building up in my life,
pushing me back,
Or holding me down
My pen gatherers and stores
The pain
Then like rain it falls down
Onto this page
the pressure just dissapates
The clouds roll out
Chased by the wind created
When my pen sets fire to the rain
What once was chaos
Is now a poem
It’s a cycle that keeps
Me going
Worded Warrior 