Words

a poem of gratitude

I stumble and struggle, Over words and ideas. I rumble and tumble, Year after year. Then, awakened, I start To feel and to write, The words bubble out Melodically right.

Like a dam that has burst In a gush and a flood, Emotions and feelings, The colour of blood, Form a stream from my hand, A river of words Expressing my soul’s Desire to be heard.

To write is like breathing, Now this habit has formed A prolific production, My life now transformed, By the one true thing I have always enjoyed, Words in all forms, My ‘playing with toys.’

Like a foot in a shoe, Like a hat on your head, Like the sky being blue, Like a man and his shed. It’s the words in my life That have helped me to heal, To fix what was broken, To make it all real.

From the aching and pain, To the love and expression This wonderful process Saved my mind from depression Saved my soul from the blackness Saved my heart from the same Picked me up from the deep Gave me lightness, a name.

So thanks to the process, The writing obsession, How amazing small symbols Tumble out in procession. A river of beauty, fear, love, Laughter, satire, and dreams, Long wordy tributaries, A never-ending stream.

~thanks for reading~

Lisa is a poet and writer but has only recently started calling herself one. Poetry has saved her. Writing helps her make sense of the world. Lisa is also an avid reader — of wonderful people on Medium as well as in *old-fashioned* books! If you’d like to keep in touch, Lisa writes a non-spammy newsletter a few times a month.