Dreamer of Words

My name is Elena. I write poems in my head and some of them make it onto paper. Creation heals my soul; I live for it and because of it. I write and draw and play music and lose myself in my imagination. I am an aspiring art therapist, giving it all I’ve got to make it. I have a whole other world in my head and here, I will share it with you. I long to meet you. Please come and share your imagination with me.

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Today you punched a hole in the wall.

We’ll get some filler,

Match the magnolia paint.

It’ll be okay, you say.

But my lips are tight

And white.  Throat’s

Filled up with tears

Too sharp to swallow,

Because I wonder if one day

You might punch a hole in me.