I Write

I write about the things I know, The things that give me pleasure. I write about the things I love, About the things I treasure. I write about what bothers me, Which trouble and annoy. I write about the things I hate, Which rob life of it's joy. It helps me to examine life, To listen, look and learn. It teaches me to deal with things, Situations of concern. It's good for our mental health. It helps us to relax. It relieves the built up tension, When we express the things that tax. Often things that bother us, Never get expressed, Because of certain protocol, They must be repressed. There's no place we can vent our rage. No one wants to hear, The mental and the physical, Anguish of their peers; So we hide it all inside, Where it builds, ferments, Because we have no outlet, No place where we can vent. Writing helps us vent our rage, Our pent up fears and anger. It enables us to speak our minds, Release the prison of our languor. It helps us see the beauty, That surrounds us every day. It helps us to appreciate, And value work and play. It teaches us to value, The simple things of life. The lovliness of nature, The unworthiness of strife. It teaches us to concentrate, On that which pleases us. To count our blessings every day, Not that which stresses us. It's not just an outlet, That helps us to vent. Writing also teaches us, How to be content.