Expressing your inner emotions,
thoughts playing on your mind,
flowing from your memory,
the pen makes sense of them all,
falling freely onto a blank page.
The crisp white paper soaking up the ink,
a perfect canvas for the words,
a place to make sense of it all,
of all the complicated things,
your experiences in life.
Nothing to hold you back,
just open your mind and write,
maybe meaningless words,
or philosophical thoughts,
it doesn't even matter,
just free your head of clutter.
Freedom of speech comes easily,
only restricted by you,
use it and say what you feel,
even moan if you like,
relieve yourself of burdens,
just write your poetic story.