Catharsis

She sits in her room
Alone
Broken
The twisting tree branches outside her window 
Create ethereal shadows that dance across the floor
To the music she calls home 
And remind her of her loneliness
She spins her words into intricate webs
As she pours her soul out onto each page
The ink flowing from the pen like blood from her heart
Her heart - it beats like a drum as she rushes
To let the feelings that have been coiled beneath her bones
Free
Adrenaline shoots through her veins like a bullet from a gun 
Her hands fly erratically as she composes a symphony of words
She unearths the emotions she has kept buried for so long
In the sepulcher of her mind
Her breathing evens as she rains down syllables and tears alike
Onto the pure, crisp pages
"Catharsis," she whispers into the emptiness