The ink from my pain

thank you mom, for this way
to penetrate my pain today
to write it here, for you to read
Opening like a ripened seed
A gift to give, what can not feel
a want to make the pain heal.
As The ink pours out of my pen 
A poem is born 
While i let it flow again 
It takes another form 
I do not know just how 
All these words came together 
All I know is now 
My pen becomes a feather 
Riding with the wind 
As I write all this here 
It seems to have no end 
And will not dissapear 
Where do these words come from 
This I do not know 
All I do is shut my eyes 
And let the ink flow 
Filling me with joy tonight 
Exiting from my pen
you gave me this life to write 
Now A poem is born again