I Opened My Heart, it's All Over This Page.
As each letter lands on the page
I lovingly brew
my most sacred of healing potions.
My tongue is dry and desperate
for each little drop.
As I drink my daily dose
it travels deep, deep, deep
and then deeper.
Reaching down into the darkest parts
pulling up the pain through my throat.
Yard after yard after yard surfaces.
Like white alchemical fabric
the darkness is transformed
by the time it reaches my mouth.
Shadows leap like eager spirits
off the tip of my tongue
dancing their way onto the page.
So happy to be there.
As that page fills, I empty.
With each stroke of my beloved keyboard
my soul’s burden gets light, light
and then lighter.
Magic alchemical word medicine
reaching into my organs
easing up the constant pressing
on my tired, forever-grieving lungs.
Fuck, do I heal.
These words are my medicine.