This is my Therapy

Yes, I get an overwelming need to write and

If I don't, my mind just don't seem alright.

My mind can become so heavy, and has to be lightened

So many voices, so many thoughts, I become frightened.

To whom can I share and lighten these thoughts

To whom do I trust so they may not become a loss.

With pen in hand, I release the voices onto  paper

and they can flow as smooth as a vapor.

At times they may want to play, and become hidden,

but to keep my sanity, I let them know that this is forbidden.

When the voices choose not to speak, I dream

and I bring them alive on paper, or so it may seem.

The pen and paper is where I send my whispers,

they keep my secrets and make great listeners.

There are times, I must capture a moment in time,

for something tells me that moment is prime.

It captures my eye, I know not what it might be,

I snap the perfect shot, though you may not agree.

That photo holds fast to a memory,

so new eyes can look upon it in another century.

Yes I do this for my sanity, 

and yes, I do this to keep my humanity.