Writing is my life-raft
on these crashing seas,
Writing is the antidote, the vaccine,
to that life-threatening disease.
When I dial her number,
writing always picks up the phone.
When I call round unannounced
late at night, writing is always home.
Writing is the person I turn to,
when there is nobody else.
Writing is that much-craved cigarette,
that will not harm your health.
Writing is my therapy couch,
my mental-health assessment test,
when life fires a volley of shots my way,
writing is my bullet-proof vest.