“Write”, she tells me.
A way to get all the feelings out.
To tell my story.


To make sense of the heartache, the pain, the fear, the glory, the joy.

It’s through writing that we both absolve the ache and release the testimony.
We tell our stories to be healed,
And through them we make others whole.
But there are times when we cannot even write
When even this, this act act of pouring souls out upon the paper
(a kind of legal “cutting”)

Becomes impossible
Sometimes the feelings are too big
even to be written down, let alone spoken of
When those times come
We must hold our deepest thoughts
to our own warped chests

in the Spirit

cradling a wound too harsh to utter
Sharing, only, perhaps,
with one friend, or two

Until, in the end

We have moved forward enough
to finally,

almost helplessly,

once again,

6 thoughts on ““Write”

  1. That was beautiful. I love this:

    Sometimes the feelings are too big
    even to be written down, let alone spoken of

    I’m just leaving one of those seasons of life and I am thankful to be able to write to release it all.

  2. Wow, I am humbled by your writing and the fact that I am right behind you on this party writing train! I agree that sometimes you have to keep the pain close to your heart until you must write. Wonderful writing. I am blessed.

  3. You are so right – sometimes we have to process challenges that come too big to us – and in the processing – we learn how to break it down and handle or overcome- and then we write. Your poem shows the starkness of when the words don’t come because the challenge blocks them!

  4. Stopping by from FMF. Yes to this beautiful piece. We do tell our stories to be healed, but sometimes there is too much pain to even start. I am just beginning my journey of writing and healing, and this is my first week on the FMF link up.

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