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Healing Block

Healing Block I need to write To work on characters running wild in my head Characters that refused to be ignored to feel the keys under my fingertips gaining comfort from each stroke to let the words flow from me incoherently, haphazardly, all over the place however the heck they want to come out to release- cathartic streams of consciousness I need to write To create something To bring to life, even an imaginary one, something that has meaning to me An expression of myself One I can share with others while still being veiled I need to breathe through black and white, words falling on sheets of paper Coming together to say what I cannot to release what I cannot to paint images that I cannot to heal where I cannot to reach where He can But, yet, I cannot And ain’t that a bitch by Wanda M. Toby