Catharsis

Baggage I've been carrying for years.
Watch the pages turn as I empty my fears,
And hurt.
The torment across every page,
In lines, words.
The syllables carry the load.
So I don't have to
Let it rip.
Let it go
Splatter out of my brain.
The thoughts: Crude, demented, examining flaws.
Warped.
Sub-conscious, silent?
Conscious with each flicker of the pen.
Prominent.
Out going.
Giving birth to all that can be;
All that will be.
All that is!
Every moment right here in my head.
To be transferred,
Through ink
On to paper.
When I start
Purging my soul.
This healing,
I am pure.
Finally...
... And on to the next

Symone xoxo