Wordsmithing My Spirit

The moment when your heart feels the pain

Your pen finds the words to write again

You breathe within the lines to stay alive

When your insides feel like they are eating you alive.  

Painted a verse on what hope looks like 

Let tears flow to cleanse my brushes at night 

Created landscapes that reminded me of love 

While my faith and trust prepares me for the arrival of the dove 

Therapeutic words that will always listen when no one else will 

Grateful for this gift that aids in expressing how I feel 


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