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 © | Year Posted 2017

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Gauthier Avatar
December 12, 2017 at 12:33 PM
Awesome poem, Anna, love it!
Thirtyseven Avatar
December 7, 2017 at 6:18 AM
Oh yeah, that's what poetry can be. Well penned.
Michael Avatar
December 2, 2017 at 8:08 AM
"I skim over my piece and quickly let go I put it away and lighten my load" I'm getting to that point...Very real...All the best Anna
Smith Avatar
December 1, 2017 at 8:18 PM
I do the same... wonderfully expressed
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