WRITING SALVE

The hardest thing to do, I have discovered:

is to stay quiet when I'm hurt, sad or angry

Then my tongue tries to hang me,

but that's when I need to be quiet post haste

Lest yesterday's good becomes todays waste...

Then I begin to write

As I do 

I somehow I sift through the uglies 

Like balmex on blistered lips

The journey soothes my bruises 

I emptied it all on a sliver of a tree

It took my pain and refreshed me

Renewed my fervor 

To push a little further

A ray of light shining through my window

Just enough to make my skin glow

And intrigue me to dig my heels in

and see where this thing goes....

I feel a lot better, thank you...