A Poet's Heart Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Life would be easier if I did not have the urge to write. Or if I could confine it to the nicer things in life. But in the middle, comes a font of pain that remains from deeper things in my life. These things must be expressed, pinched even like a pimple that needs to be drained - or I think I would go quietly or not so quietly mad. I think every writer is born out of pain and that pressure that pushes the words out.