On the days when my voice does hide,

In written words, I confide.

With a pen, my thoughts collide,

Upon the paper, they freely slide.

Each ink drop, a silent scream,

Each line, an unspoken dream.

In words, I let my soul gleam,

On the page, I let my heart teem.

A silent mouth, but a noisy hand,

In letters, I make my stand.

Through lines of ink, I command,

Across the paper, my thoughts expand.

The spoken word often bends,

Yet, in writing, the silence ends.

In the dance of pen, the soul transcends,

A sanctuary in words, the paper lends.

In the cradle of lines, my thoughts nest,

In the whirl of ink, my heart's undressed.

Writing, my therapy, my soul's quest,

In the realm of words, I am blessed.

For when my voice, in silence, dwells,

In the script, my spirit tells.

Each word, a silent bell,

In the chorus of ink, my heart swells.

~S.W