Wound like shroud, silent like death,
as if asleep, I was dumbstruck,
unable to unfold
rigors of self-ingested fool-talk
that I took as feast
until I was so round-rot full
of otherness, that it would take
a miracle to mend me
but I was given a pack of pencils
and I dug and dug with leaded tip,
I pried and plunged into what I thought
to be a great fall
M y
G o dddddddddddddd
and I tore paper with my punctures,
let rotten puss of words weep out,
vomited in vile verbosity
I
H a t e
Y o u r guts
Words tied themselves together
and I climbed up and out of my self-imposed shell
word by word
phrase by phrase
truth by truth
there was no fall at all
I rose
and the sky has been my wide blue bowl of ink
ever since
Author notes
Believe it or not..once up[on a lifetime, I was catatonic in my inability to take it any more...and quietly began wrapping msyelf in bands and bonds where I could neither speak nor hear.... and pencils were put in my hands........
I shall never be silent again.
inquiry by god - Jan Emil Christiansen
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Whoa Carol! I'm glad you did pick up the pen and release your muse!!! You have certainly opened up a great can of ink
GBY
SilverButterfly
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I had lost six pregnancies ina row... I felt the world so dangerous and cruel..... I, too, am glad for I would have never known my next six children and this life I have had afterwards.
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We can only love you for truth
We can only follow you for the
love you teach us.
There is only one path.
There is no pain on that path
that grows.
The trees and flowers come alive
when shadows fade.
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Ah, so true... I worked, later, with that psychologist who was a Creative Expression Therapist as I got accreditation as a Creative Expression Therapist myself.
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Carol I've never seen you write in this way! (perhaps I need to read you more)
I loved it
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Every once in a while, a little piece of trapped something finds it way out.
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Emotionally Moving Masterpiece...
An Emotionally charged coming of Self!
I love the way the words jus' jumped out at me.
I could Touch and Feel the fervor of frenzied facts...
"Words tied themselves together
and I climbed up and out of my self-imposed shell
word by word
phrase by phrase
truth by truth
there was no fall at all
I rose
and the sky has been my wide blue bowl of ink
ever since"
Brava m'Lady, Brava! 
~ Nicky♥
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ty, dear friend..and page turner simply is you!!!!!!
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