All my problems seem to be solved by a pen and a page,

I scribble down a poem and it all goes away.

On to the next big issue in life,

And maybe just then,

I’ll sit and I’ll write.

My problem is wiped.

I guess I’m now fine.

I’ll just write.

I’ll write.

I’ll write a few words that make a nice rhyme,

This crappy little poem only took ten minutes of my time.

What if the problem comes back?

Today is not a day where I’ll fight this ongoing fight.

I’ll just sit down and write,

Either a pen or I’ll type.

I could face my own issues,

Start living my life.

But no.

For now, I think I’ll just write.