Silent tears, relieved in ink,
on paper smooth and cool.
Heart and hand now work in synch,
as strong emotions duel.
There on the parchment you lie,
naked, for all to see.
You heave a deep cleansing sigh.
At last, you can believe.
Word by word you come alive,
a healing balm takes form.
Before long, you realize,
a stronger you is born.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Silent tears, relieved in ink,
on paper smooth and cool.
Heart and hand now work in synch,
as strong emotions duel.
There on the parchment you lie,
naked, for all to see.
You heave a deep cleansing sigh.
At last, you can believe.
Word by word you come alive,
a healing balm takes form.
Before long, you realize,
a stronger you is born.
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