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written by: The Quiet Quill



To write was to grieve,
To yearn, to relieve,
The aches of the day
And help the tears fall away.
To write was recovery,
My own private therapy,
A form of exorcism
And my coping mechanism.

Whilst choking on my screams
I would replay the sad scenes,
And with a sword for a pen
I would open wounds again.

Until You.
You light up my pages
Like you light up my life.

To write is to express
My blissful meltiness.
To capture my deep gratitude
And explore this brand new attitude.
I'm inspired by my smile
To write in this new style.
No more sad black days ahead,
But technicolor joy instead.

With the depth we've found together,
My pen is light as s feather.
I no longer hold a sword,
And joy is my reward.

The Quiet Quill

The Quiet Quill

AUGUST 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writer. Poet. Observer.

An open book with a few words tucked away. I have many thoughts to think and many feelings to feel, which I exorcise through poetry; my therapy.
The Quiet Quill

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