She Bleeds Unspoken Words From Her Fingers
Watched as they fell from the ends of her hands,
Until the paper beneath her was smothered,
In thoughts, she could not understand,
The words danced with glee on the paper,
As they worked upon forming straight lines,
They'd escaped from the cage where she'd lock them,
And jump free on her body's confines,
She couldn't stop them from telling their stories,
Couldn't hide them by biting her tongue,
So she watched with wide eyes as they shifted,
And every single sentence was strung,
They told stories she'd long since forgotten,
Swept into the dustiest part of her mind,
And stories shed worked to keep hidden,
Ones she prayed that body would find,
As she watched the word dances get slower,
And then finally comes to rest,
She felt a smile creep over her features,
And a great weight lift off her chest,
She'd thought that her words were all worthless,
But the paper left nowhere to hide,
And she finally noticed the beauty,
That she'd always kept bottled inside.
-e.h
Words. So powerful. They can crush a heart, or heal it. They can shame a soul or liberate it. They can shatter dreams or energize them. They can obstruct connections or invite them. They can create defenses, or melt them. We have to choose words wisely. - J Brown.
With time, you'll come to see that the frantic, broken, anxious, unhinged version of you is nothing to be ashamed of. You are simply a kindhearted person reacting to a very unkind situation. You keep it as much as you could but there's so much you are unsure of. When you write it down and read it you'll find that you're very proud of yourself.
