Mother dear —
You worry about me
because I write sad poems —
But I promise you:
I am okay —
Writing purges my frustrations
and vents my steam
the pen is my psychiatrist
and ink my medicine —
When life feels off-balance
back to the writing board I go
I do not hide but seek
my emotions in words
and blot them on the paper
which blots it all out of my soul —
You see sad words, but to me
all my poems are happy
because creating them heals me —
Guaranteed, and believe me
because I love you so:
your daughter is just fine —
If ever I stop writing poems
that is when you should worry.
— ღ Terri