Words for my soul
Writing frees me...
Empowerment, solace, a voice.
It it my Zoloft, my Percocet, my vodka.
Whether sweet verse or sorrowful prose
It's healing whispers touch my heart and heal my soul.
Release me to the wind dear words...
Let me soar and find my way...
Calm the waters of my soul
Even if only for one day.
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