For Today, We Heal

To all the poets writing out
their soul, their hurt, pain,
To the ones who need raw expression
to stand, to walk, to heal
To the ones who will only be heard
through rough ink on paper
To the ones who write
desperately, so the demons in their mind do not explode in time to make them insane
To the ones who care less

To me
My pain is great
And I wish to tell you all about it
You,
Anyone that can understand
Relate
Without becoming omniscient Judge
But I won't
Not now
Today I write healing
Hoping
Someday
My words become my reality
And I am whole enough
To share parts of me
Without losing all of me

(Raw- Bits and pieces)

-- Tolarnee