Capturing life in words…
A workshop on writing-
for free, no less!
saved me from demons,
tears, dollars, hours
in therapy prepared me to wrestle-
yet, not defeat.
My own words,
with borrowed pen
in remains of my old college spiral notebook– aging & beige,
released an unharnessed wonderful
Painless and gently finally
Wisdom whispered , so my eyes could see in black ball point.
Anfractuously — grandma, Johnny Carson and the ol’ maple tree,
told the story
I am extraordinarily loved. All is well. Do not worry. Keep writing.