An Aperture for Emotion

When her mouth is sewn

Her hand speaks

When pain leaks from her eyes

The screams float on sheets



Where common language derails

Anapestic expression prevails



Nights full of histrionic thoughts

Never ceasing,

Finding peace by creating

A home for them in writing



The monsters in her head

They escaped from under her bed



Now the creatures reside

They reside someplace else

Now that poetry has given her

Brought a new way to express herself



No more eternal tears

No more irrational fears



With a pen for her thoughts

She no longer feels completely lost

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