Writing is the Finest Remedy

by Briana   Jul 1, 2007


A thousand needles injected
By you. Stabbing through my frail skin.
Gashing into every depth
That I posses. As I battle persistent tears.
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But victory is possible.
Peaceful triumph. I inject ink on the page.
And to think it only takes
The slight click of a pen. My comfort, release.
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And each word I scribble
Serves its purpose. A drop of antidote.
I find the conflict settling.
My illness nourished by new life.
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Combat of each weapon.
Your poison. Verses the balm of self-healing.
Now’s known a single injection
Of mine devours a thousand. Writing has won.

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