When I write

I feel so safe

When I can see

the keyboard is

in front of me

Left‘s my coffee on the table

Thank god i found this gift

And that it shows me that I’m able

And it stuck with me to sift

Makes me express and see what’s real

And be calm and found and feel

What I’m really all about

When I’m silent and I’m loud

Emotions can be overwhelming

And pain can be so strong

Or happiness mostly excessive

Then saneness seems long gone

But this here will always ground me

Be my anker, be my truth

I use my words ´cause they’re the key

To show I‘m honest, brave and bruised.

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