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write this sickness out
by Michele Schottelkorbshe stopped at the fork in the road
which way, she wondered, to go
to the black comfort of depression
or the less traveled path of the unknown?
walking towards the unknown
an inclination to write hit her
sitting under a tree,
crystal pen in her hand
she began to write her sickness out:
she wrote about love
she wrote about loss
she wrote about pleasure and shame
she wrote about passion
she wrote about sadness
she wrote about tricks and the "game"
she wrote about anger
she wrote about grief
she wrote about depression and spite
she wrote about beauty
she wrote about pain
she wrote about laughter and fright
she wrote about sickness
she wrote about death
she wrote til her fingers were sore
she wrote about family
she wrote about life
and then she wrote some more
she kept writing
writing it out
writing this sickness away
she'll keep writing
everyday fighting
to make it through another day
02/17/2003 Author's Note: yes... you CAN write it out... blessings...
Posted on 03/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/13/03 at 06:37 PM sometimes.... beautiful poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/14/03 at 02:18 PM Well worded reminder that writing is first and foremost good therapy. Don't think I would survived without my own. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/12/03 at 11:18 PM Thearaputic and wise. A great little verse that helps all of us realize we can do things to help keep the sickness at bay. |
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