Poem

[devious_trouble]

Therapy

It comes in waves.
Clouds rolling in, a brewing storm.
Standing at the edge of the cliff…
Do I jump or step away?

Pen in hand, the ink is my blood.
I write out parts of my very soul.
Truth is left behind when all is said and done.

My heart feels like it’s been flayed.
Torn open for all to see.
But I feel better, healed.

All that is sacred, intimate

Comments

[lizbeth_mairead]

Did you write this??
It's lovely ♥

[devious_trouble]

I did, thank you :)