Ink Spills Out Poem by Rensa ??

The quiet of the evening surrounds me,
As I sit in silence, contemplating.
Thoughts swirl and twist like a stormy sea,
As I try to find some meaning.

I reach for the pen and paper nearby,
To capture the chaos in my mind.
As I pour my heart onto the page,
The words begin to unwind.

Ink spills out in a flurry of emotion,
Each line a reflection of my pain.
And though I try to fight the notion,
I can't seem to break this chain.

The tears start to fall in heavy drops,
As the weight of my thoughts takes hold.
But still, I cling to the pen and the page,
In hopes that somehow, I can be bold.

For even in the darkness of the night,
There's a glimmer of light that shines.
And though I may be lost in the fight,
I know that hope can be mine.

So I write and I write until I can't write anymore,
Until the words have found their home.
And though the pain may still be at the core,
I know that I'm not alone.