I Write Alone

Heart shaped words

appear on my screen,

inspiration comes from

within.

My thoughts leave me,

only to find a home

in a place you can

read what I am thinking,

experiencing.

Thumbs enter letters

which turn into something

that reminds me of you.

A pen swirls and dances

all about; paper

soaks up my memories,

exposing me to those

who care.

Everyone is given a choice,

to read

            (embrace my passions),

or not to read

                      (ignore my struggles).

Misunderstanding my muse

gives birth to apathy,

with the final result being

that I write.

Alone.