LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013
Like refined salt of the finest quality,
In writing, I am that delicate sensitivity,
That emotively weeps, in lines that glide,
Having found in tears the freedom that softens inside.
It is in tears that I discover pure beauty,
The freedom that transforms, that heals and endures truly.
Each word is a grain of that precious salt,
Seasoning pain and love, in a harmonious vault.
To write is to pour out the soul without restraint,
To weep in silence, yet express without faint.
And it is in these tears, so sincere and felt,
That I find the most beautiful freedom dealt.
A freedom that does not imprison, but reveals,
Transforming us within, like the light that appeals.
And thus, like the salt that flavours life’s array,
In writing, I am emotion, in each tear's display.