A forgotten, taken for granted friend
One that hasn't left my side in all these years
And yet one that I've discovered recently
Can help me channel
Pain, anger, frustration, love in a way nothing else can.
Spoken word has its emotional and cognitive limits
It is tiring to speak to people
Yet the brain works over time, on an endless supply of caffeine
Words need to be said.
Only written rarely spoken
Etched in inky reality
Scrawled writing rarely between the lines
But still very much me.
