Several years ago
My words got locked inside my brain
I knew if I could find the key
They’d come pouring down like rain

Words have been my passion
Since I was a child of nine or ten
I could always work through my feelings
With just some paper and a pen

I didn’t realize my writing
Wasn’t a hobby, it was a need
Until the day the words got stuck
With, seemingly, no way to be freed

My words often don’t make sense
They sure don’t bring me any wealth
But I’ve learned my words are crucial
For both my heart and mental health

This, almost urgent, need to rhyme
May sound to others, quite absurd
But it’s my outlet, it’s my vice
Hi, I’m Susie. I’m addicted to words.
Susie Adair
Written end of 2013