I sit with the paper in front of me,
The pen in my hand,
And I write.
I write words that take me away,
Take me away from my life
Into a world of joy and love,
Where the sadness of my world disappears.
The pen writes so many thoughts
Some meaningless,
But more are meaningful.
As I sit and write I start to rise
Like the Phoenix from the ashes,
The words raise me to the day,
To the real world
And all its struggles.
Those words keep me strong,
Strong enough to face reality,
The reality in my life.