Sunday, June 14, 2020

let it out

Writing is a muscle that can
    atrophy and grow cold
Weaken and sicken and shrivel and wilt

    Unless you let it breathe

    Take the deep, slow, smooth breath
    Take the choking, halting, sobbing breath
    Take the short, sharp, angry breath
    Take the small, sad, shivering breath
        
            and let it fill you up

with words and words and words and words

      until you can't do anything
    but run - fly - sing - dance
        those words onto the page