The Written Word

Writing for me

At times

Is like

My heart falling out

Of

My chest

And

Onto the page before me

Then my pen

Rearranging it into words

Into sentences

Into understanding

Why it fell out to begin with!

All

So I can move forward

Scoop it up

Place it back in my soul

And

Love once again

Yes

My written words

Become the sutures

That hold me

Together!

Wrapping around

My very existence

So even I

Will take a chance

And

Love once again

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave