Words…

The words I so quickly scribbled

Healed my mental anguish more than

Any medication from the doctor ever could

Or would.

Words…

Feel like home.

The home I have been frantically

Searching through dark caves for.

Words…

Coming together to form

A sweet and scary poetic flow

from the deepest pits of my mind

Words…

A way to understand

Who I am and why

I am

Words…

A simplistic blessing in disguise

As I am no longer haunted

By my own fears

And doubts

And anxieties

Words…

My words

Seem to rest comfortably in my leather bound journal

And more importantly

In the song

That is my soul.

My words….

Help me to understand the infinite

My words…

Coat my skin and soul with comfort

As I am screaming and shouting

The words I yearn to say

My words…

Though haven’t won any competitions,

Always offer

Me a sacred place

To rest my mind.

My words…

Form a galaxy

That I can

Eagerly explore.

Words…

My Words.

My healing.