Healing Heart Of A Writer
A poem about how words written from the heart of a writer can heal
One day is like no other, In the heart of a writer, a healing light does gleam, A spark of hope, a tranquil dream, Where words flow like a gentle stream, Mending wounds with the power to redeem.
In the quiet chambers of their soul, Emotions churn and stories unfold, With each stroke of the pen, they console, The wounded hearts, the weary, and the old, They can fold or be bold.
Ink spills like tears, a torrential rain, Eyes swell and no one can tell, Drowning sorrows, releasing pain, A healing balm for the heart’s disdain, In the world of words, they find their domain.
Looking outside of themselves, With every line, a piece of their heart, They share their world, a unique art, Turning scars into a work of fine chart, In the healing heart of a writer, we find our start.
Through tales of love, of loss, of despair, The pen moves quickly, They craft a world where we all can share, The burdens we carry, and moments we bear, In the healing heart of a writer, we find repair.
Their words become a soothing song, A dance without a song, A melody to which we all belong, They help us heal, help us stay strong, In the tapestry of life, they weave along.
In the darkness, they find the light, In the chaos, they bring respite, Apples of gold, lives untold, Their stories heal, like a starry night, In the healing heart of a writer, we take flight.
Their pens are swords, their words a shield, No one knows how the story is being told, In the battlefield of life, they wield, A power to mend, to transform, to heal, In the heart of a writer, true love is revealed.
So let us cherish those who write, Embrace with a kind word, Whose words ignite our inner light, Whose stories guide us through the night, In the healing heart of a writer, all is right.
In their verses, we find our grace, With their words we strive to go, In their tales, we find our place, In the healing heart of a writer’s embrace, We discover love, hope, and endless space.