Writing Poem by Crystal Tutson

Writing



Writing is my medicine,
Its soup to my soul
It’s the un-clogger to my arteries
It’s the sealer to my hole.

Writing is how I stay on the wall.
It’s how I hold tight to the rope.
And even though I’m looking down I don’t fall
Or when I feeling down I can cope.

Writing is the sweet melody of a song to my heart.
It’s the sweet and tangy pop to my tart
It’s my way of surviving the game
And even though I lose at some, I still remain sane.

Writing is my friend in awful low places
It’s who I talk to when I’m turned against
It’s a map of my journey; my life’s traces
There is no other feeling that can justly recompense.

Thursday, July 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 02 July 2015

A really great depiction of how writing does so very much for our hearts, minds and souls, you have described it succinctly and accurately. Well written. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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