sometimes when i sit down
the words pour out of my fingers
like a melody
at other times
they are stilted and stammering
but they're still mine
i find this writing therapeutic
even if i can't share my deepest hurts
i can share where i am
even if the woundings are fresh
i can bleed all over the page
all over the screen
and find my healing
writing is powerful
it brings life to dead situations
it brings peace to me
when things look stormy
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