I write ’cause pain is coming out.
Ripe with claws it flays my heart,
Incites my flaws, displays my doubt,
And spites me ’til I fall apart.
Delighted by what pleases now,
I fight it writing rhyming down.
And it’s subsiding even now
Binding words and heart, I’m finding
More I’m minding verbs and timing
I’m sliding into peace somehow.
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