Poetic Therapy
My miracle solution to an everyday disaster
Fingers are weak. Can’t type any faster
A swarm of thoughts that just keep coming
My cowardly ways, keep me running
Frantically recruiting a place of solitude
A tranquil setting to let my feelings loose
An overflow of words begin to spill
Priming a place for my heart to heal
Something about the written word
Alters delivery when a message is heard
So I write through the joy and I write through the pain
Leavening my heart and contracting my brain
Once expressed, I feel a calming closure
My roaring nerves, slow to a purr
I skim over my piece and quickly let go
I put it away and lighten my load
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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