How Writing is Helping Me Heal

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The new season begins and the shifting cycles need the child of the wild winds to grow some feet and fall for the moon.

One of the most readily available forms of therapy is writing and you need not be good at it to give it a try.

In this ancient way of artistically healing, the paths to where it is that you want to go are never without dense fog. We use the sharp curls of our drying ink to draw light from the horizons of our largely cloaked bright.

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Thinker.

And so... I have always granted my quills the power to speak on my behalf.

As my version of the narrative unfolds, writing has been helping me document a solo journey on my growth. It is through this art that I have cultivated a reflective routine and desperately taught myself how to paint what was mirrored without shame.

Penning my thoughts also helps me to beautify the escaping trauma emitting from the chasm of my lucid pain. I might be too raw for some or too deep for others but my pens shall continue to be the custodians of my indecipherable voice.

Here, the words that could never leave the rattling of my sharp tongue without becoming weapons of war are reimagined and redesigned. Their wilted bitterness turns into life lessons and my scribe unknowingly or knowingly dispenses them in free written verses.

Where does healing begin? Is it not here?

It is also through the worship of phrases and poached analogies that poetry has become a drug. The freedom that comes with the ability to amplify issues that the society desires to sweep under its collective idea of morality is beyond my explanatory muscles.

Writing also has sent my ink on countless errands when my tears are nowhere to be seen and my emotions need to be resolved. It helps me talk to myself without necessarily talking to myself.

During this particular trip around the sun, I intend to explore the escapements below my unqualified writing abilities. There are a few difficult topics left to poke on and my hands are itching.

Dip your quills into your in pots and come with me on this road to self-discovery!

wambuku w.

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