Ink And Paper Poem by Hannah Shier

Savior
for my soul.
When I'm in
my downests of dumps
or my darkest of glooms,
there is something
that continually
saves me -
writing.
It's a way
that I can
release my thoughts and fears,
be lifted of these burdens,
without burdening others
or hurting myself
in the process.
Writing.
It's a way to
save me from myself.
My hobby.
My love.
I can't - won't -
ever stop,
because I truly can't.
I love it too much.