The excercise of writing

Another bit of words that came out during a writers block.

This pen in my hand
paper slides underneath
such a time it has been.

Atrophic muscles
seldom used
joy in the swirls of use.

Letters flow out
dancing on the page
a beautiful ballet.

Words long pent up
locked in my heart
finally set free.

Beauty of freedom
tension released
I can finally breath.