food for the soul part II ....

I write, and sometimes I scribble thoughts into words uncomprehensible, all in the order they were received---with the exact desperation of the feelings and overwhelm of the emotions that inflicted my body --- as they entered my brain giving me the need to write them.

I write for my health, and for the very sake of my sanity.
When no one else cares God cares, and you know what my pen and pad care too!
I can go to them whenever I need to vent, and they don’t talk back or make me feel guilty for feeling the way I feel.
My pen and pad are my sounding board – for these bottled up emotions -- for these words that I feel and I want to express but fear that I shouldn’t, that threaten to drip from my tongue and escape my lips. Words that if said out loud may not come out right, they may offend because they are sometimes graphic in nature, sometimes not so politically correct, words that are shy around people, words that are like my short temper eager to have the final word. You see my pen and my pad allow me to express my self in a constructive, positive and less restrictive way. It is with great deliberateness I allow my feelings to escape as I write them down, allowing myself to be free. Suddenly after I’ve written for so long and passionately that my fingers become arthritic I am able to cope.