Evolution of her words

She sat...
with a jumble of words
fighting...
to get out of her head.

Facing the
starvation of her spirit

Because her soul...
hadnt been fed

Thoughts screaming...
Bleeding to get free
Ripping through her mind
Tearin out her seams.

As she flipped through
all the scenes of her
Tainted history...

Trying to breathe...
waking up sweating at night
Then she grabbed a pen
and she began to write...

Flying through memories
Like baseball penalties
Her mind couldnt take it

But the paper...
could handle these

As it seems good& bad
things ... come in threes

She found her salvation
through writing
Not by staying on her knees

Her prayers were passages
and paragraphs
Written from the root of her pain
The Blood of her veins

Though her thoughts
Once drove her insane

The written word...

Made her remember ...
Her Name

Now...
She's back in the game
Power... regained
Soul... reclaimed
Completely Unchained

Purity in heart
Completely...Unchanged

Lids Closed...
Only seeing through the third
TRuth exposed...

There is nothing more powerful
Than a positive
spoken or written word...