It's not a passion to write what I have to say,
Or a gift in which will pay my way.
It's not a talent that will be engraved.
It's my frame of mind that lets me write this way;
A way to vent when I need to get away;
How I breathe, day to day.
It keeps me alive when I want to die;
Expresses my soul when I feel empty.
It's not going to help me get recognized;
Or give you peace of mind,
To read of my daily life;
But it helps my flame to burn today.