I write, I feel, I deal, I heal

In the prsence of my mind,
Where whispers yet screams of thoughts entwine and bind,
I pick up my pen, a vessel, a key,
To unlock the words trapped inside me.

Writing to Feel

To feel the ink that flows free,
A river of emotions, raw as the sea.
The paper, a canvas, blank and wide,
Absorbs the tears I can no longer hide.

Words, spoken and unspoken, dance in my head,
Echoes of things I left unsaid.
Each syllable, a heartbeat, a pulse, a plea,
Writing to feel, I begin to see.

Writing to Deal

To deal with the chaos within,
A dialogue with demons, a battle to win.

The pen, my sword, the paper, my shield,
In this war of words, I refuse to yield.

Each line, a liberation, a step, a climb,
Away from the shadows of doubt and time.
The sentences form, a fortress, a wall,
Writing to deal, I stand tall.

Writing to Heal

To heal the wounds of the past,
In the tapestry of life, each stitch holds fast.
The ink, a salve, soothing the pain,
As I write, I find my voice again.

Words of forgiveness, of hope, of grace,
Fill the void, the empty space.

Writing to feel, to deal, to heal

Mending the seams,
Turning nightmares into dreams.

So here I stand, with pen in hand,
On this journey of words, across the land.

Writing to feel, to deal, to heal,
In the realm of ink, my truth revealed.

In every letter, in every rhyme,
I find solace, in the passage of time.
For in the act of writing, I begin to see,
The spoken and unspoken words within setting me free.

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