Blog therapy
The pressure rises like the waves of the sea, And ebbs with the thought of release, Shutting the door with a decisive bang, She slides down the wooden panels, Eyes shut to hold back the tears, Fists glued to her head, As if to push back the misery, She feels the crave set in again, Like a junkie, Her fingers start to itch, They pulsate with the need to type, To pound the keys, And watch the sentences flow, To see her thoughts come to life. Her pent-up emotions push to the fore, Dying to be let through, To expose themselves on a page, And bare their innards for the world to read, Seeking release, She staggers to her desk, Arms stretching to clutch and retrieve, The instrument that hides nirvana, In the portal within its depth, Her heart beats excitedly, Its rhythm matching the clacking of keys, As she embraces her long awaited fix, With each written word, And each last period.