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When I don’t write
words get stuck in my throat,
tightening my muscles.
They curl up in my lungs
Making it hard to breathe
a slow, painful strangulation
sucking the life out of me.
Silence does that.
I had so many years of terrified silence
So many years of threats
to my life
Saw so many people in pain
and fear
the way I was
with no way to know
that they weren’t alone.
So now when my words
uncoil on the page,
become books that reach others
and I hear back how grateful they are
My throat loosens
My breath eases
My heart feels full,
And healing happens.
© Cheryl Rainfield, April 2014
4 Comments on Writing Heals: My Poem for Poem In Your Pocket Day, last added: 4/24/2014
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Beautiful poem, Cheryl.
Aw, thank you Ezzy; I appreciate it! (smiling at you) I wrote it on the spur of the moment for Poem In Your Pocket Day.
Healing does happen. And I’m sure your words help those who need to heal.
Thank you, C. Lee. (smiling at you) I think writing is healing for so many of us. And books, too.