Lately,
I feel my only weapons
are words.
My only therapy,
phrases turned
and painted
and woven carefully
onto paper
in delicate patterns
that move and breath
forming a life force
all their own.
Each letter.
Each word.
Each sentence.
….A piece of me,
ripped from my core
with brute force
leaving me breathless
and torn,
adorned with emotion
and freckled with truth
forming chapters
of myself
in tattered pieces
left scattered about
in all of the places
that I have been.
(January 30, 2012)
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