somehow writing these words
these exact words
ease my pain

i sat on the couch earlier,
imprisoned with the responsibilities of homework
just feeling the pain deep inside
cutting into my heart, my soul

i sat wondering what could ease
this painful ache
in the pit of my stomach,
in the depths of my liver, heart, spleen

and then when the chains of responsibility
fell off my ankles and wrists
my feet carried me upstairs
to my room
and my hands picked up my
chest of secrets
that i call my journal

and as my fingers
grasp the pencil with desperation
and begin to write frantically
about all my thoughts and emotions,
i feel the ache slowly subside

the pain eases away,
a little bit leaving my vulnerable soul
with every word i write
and because of this new found reliever
i never want to stop this
i never want to release the pencil
that is held so tightly with nervous fingers

i know that once i release this treasury,
my pain will slowly return into the depths of my self
and it will throb and ache and cut me
until i am able to release my thoughts
and let everything go away
again