SURVIVAL ON PURE WHITE

I search for words to lay on paper
To empty my overloaded mind
To lay my soul in front of me
I can't pull out one thought
Too jumbled together
Too distraught to think
Where am I. Who am I
Too many sorrows. Too much grief
Survival comes with words
Locked in my mind
My pen begins
Pouring forth like a river
The damn has burst
My soul is lighter
Poetry... my gift from God
My survival. My release
My innermost joys and sorrows on pure white
Pain pouring forth from finger to pen
Words from my soul
I will survive