10/08/2025
To Heal, I Write
There are days
when my thoughts feel too heavy to hold,
when silence hums louder than sound,
and my mind becomes
a crowded room with no door.
I don’t reach for the pen to be poetic.
I reach for it because breathing hurts less
when I can spill the ache
onto paper that never looks away.
Each line becomes a confession
the world was never ready to hear.
Each pause,
a heartbeat steadying itself
after the storm of another long day.
I write not to forget,
but to remember gently—
to forgive the versions of me
who didn’t yet know how to heal.
The ink becomes my therapist,
the rhythm my prayer.
I don’t chase perfection here;
I chase peace.
Even if it comes
one trembling sentence at a time.
Writing is how I survive
the noise no one else can hear—
the thoughts that echo through the dark,
the weight I carry
but never name aloud.
Through the pen,
I turn pain into purpose,
and the chaos into something
I can finally call mine.
When the shadows start to rise,
and I’m lost beneath my skies,
I write the truth I cannot speak,
let the ink release the weak.
When the ache begins to burn,
to the page I always turn,
for the words can hold the fight,
when my soul runs out of light.
Each verse becomes my saving grace,
a mirror for my hidden face,
the part of me that won’t let go,
of hurt the world may never know.
And as the rhyme begins to mend,
I feel the breaking start to bend—
because healing isn’t some grand design,
it’s found in the quiet
between each line.
So I write to breathe,
I write to stay,
to keep my darker thoughts at bay.
And when the tears blur what I see,
I still write—
because the pen
believes in me.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/18692660-To-Heal--I-Write--by-GizzyHeals89.