Heal thyself poet
let words be your salve
let loose your longing
set free your sadness
Let them run wildly
over salt-damp parchment
Let them wail at the moon
and weep silently in corners
Throw them to the wolves
that your pain may sustain them
For it has nourished you
long enough
Let it all go.
Let it wrench from your soul
with glorious abandon
Let it scream from your lungs
Let it bleed through your skin
It matters not that you are broken,
that your scattered pieces hold no form
Only that you are here.
So write, dear poet.
Heal thyself.
I was asked why I write.....