My Mind, My Outlet Poem by Shannon Wade

My mind, my outlet
As the ink drizzles across the pages
My heart pours out
I hide behind the words
Like a blanket
It’s my weapon against the demons
The demons that still lie In wait for me
My brain is my shield
My pen is my sword
My heart is my armor which leads me
Each line tells a tale
But never is it fiction
My thoughts drip like a leaking facet
I am crowed with so much splendor my hair should be mixed with grays
I’ve spent years boggled down by the stresses the world presents
I should have experienced cardiac arrest
It just wasn’t and isn’t my time to give up
They try to uproot me
They love to attempt to pick into my mind
Be careful when you go digging in unknown places
You never know what you may find

By Shannon Hogan