Word Medicine.

I toil and brew

I burn and growl

Still, nothing can keep me as silent as I used to be

That wretched quiet

That was not full of peace

But pain

And all the ruffled feathers of my hurt feelings

I set them in front of me now

Blow on them

Say prayers

And the wind picks up

And blows them away

As tears whisper down my cheeks

The winds dance through my hair

And I cry

And I laugh 

Because

Freedom. 

It is so sweet. 

After a lifetime of bitterness, 

We need some sweetness

To cleanse our palettes

And soften our hearts

Even more. 

I am naked

And plucked 

My skin is translucent

And ravaged with poetry. 

And it is perfect.