Words slay fears

today's prompt response

(the one I'm sharing here)

 

Getting to know the poet girl inside me again, to simply observe with curious eyes and take note of it all and to later, fearlessly weave those words it into poetry ...

To slay fears I that I can no longer express myself adequately, let alone poetically, because I forget words, reverse or slur them when speaking, or type something in a way that is not what I intended to say when read (thanks MS/tumor/chem-rad brain,)

I'm DOING IT ANYWAY.

POEM IT OUT.

Yep.

xo.