Writing is therapy,
medicine for my
inner child;
my soul.
Past abuses, terrors,
inner monsters,
conquered with a simple pen.
I face demons,
cowards who run away
when enlightenment’s sword swings.
From journals and dreams come
imagination’s fuel;
brand new thoughts,
ideas, concepts and expectations,
inundating my psyche.
Archangel Gabriel’s generosity is
nectar for my soul;
honey for my spirit.
Healing s best part,
my imagination soars to
prodigious dimensions,
where...
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