You

say that I must

write

it

all

down

and

let

my life

fall

all over

this undefiled sheet of paper

in

a healing rain

but

I am trying to

stem

this flood

from breaching

my rib

cage,

because

we

are

not

ready

for

this

purge.

— Salt from my bones.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

2018.

{Sometimes, I am not sure whether I should share a poem with a wider (and by wider I mean anybody other than me) audience. This is one of those poems. It is not an uplifting poem. It is not an encouraging poem, but it is a raw, authentic moment. And I am being brave.}