Writing

Words come and go,

Sometimes fumbled,

Other times flow.

Writing,

Like a pouring out,

Cleanses me.

A spoken word,

Can evaporate,

But in ink no.

It keeps for me to see,

Maybe for others too,

We both have a need.

Writer or reader,

We seek,

A release or something new.

My released pain,

Or joy,

Can become your new hope.

And,

Giving you hope,

Can become my help.

A help that heals,

A hope that circles,

Circles right back to me.

4 Comments

  1. Kaci on May 18, 2020 at 2:30 am

    Beautiful

    • Kim Cusimano on May 18, 2020 at 3:39 pm

      Thank you for stopping by. I love connecting with other writers!

  2. Shel on October 12, 2020 at 3:35 am

    Lovely – I so get it!!

    • Kim Cusimano on October 12, 2020 at 3:09 pm

      Thank you for your kind words. -And always extra meaningful coming from a fellow writer!

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