I wrote away my dark, I told away the tears

But my inspiration isn’t over yet

I penned away my thoughts, I scribbled away my past

But my motivation isn’t over yet

I illustrated away my pain, I created away my future

But my insanity isn’t over yet

I made away my regrets, I molded away my rage

But my dedication isn’t over yet

…

I held on to my sight, I embraced my light

But my pessimism isn’t over yet

I hugged my inner self, I felt my scars

But my depression isn’t over yet

I kissed my happiness, I slept with my smile

But my sadness isn’t over yet

I was face to face with joy, I shook hands with love

But my creativity isn’t over yet

…

I finally reached the point where the words simmered down

Their requests have been heard, and they have been written

The once vast army is now but a few

I have written the contents of my mind in all its glory

The silence echoing of my minds wall is serene and calm

The voices rest easy for their tale has been told

My pen is no longer a slave to the rage of my words

It now glides to the rhythm of a mind that sleeps in rest

Humming a melody they kept hidden for 28 years

Smiling, content and at peace

But it isn’t over yet