Thought Poem by Little Foxling

I am no poet
No knower of fine Words
I am no writer
who can paint a Picture in your mind
I merely write
Clumsily and stubbornly
To portrait some glimpse of my mind
On paper.
Everything seems easier, once its out on paper
Once i can stare at the Words until they blend together

Its an illusion
That Words on paper are simpler
that feelings spellt out give Peace.

But its a Comfort
and a Comfot I desperately need