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