The words
falling like tears
finding their way to
nestle together on a page
can salve our wounds,

Strangers scanning their order and sentiment

can make up their own meaning

and be awed by our intuition

or stare blankly at the page

of our inscrutable scribblings

We can stand in the light,
centering our selves
and repeat them out loud and
relive the journey
they made
from our soul to the pages
we hold before us.