the body keeps the score

i’m frozen
reading the words scratched upon my soul
long before i knew how to read

but now that i’m baked
i’ve got a new take
a new way to remake
and rewrite the wake

so many tears
for so few words

it is on me
to see
and send love
inwardly

my shadow bleeds ink
yet i hold the pen
with these words
i begin again

for my story will be long
with chapters anew
and these words
are so few

the body keeps the score
but the pen holds the key
the paper is the door
so love what you see

begin again

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry