Not my words either

Though not written by her, I'm posting this poem from 6YearMed's blog because, well, it's worth a read:

I wish I could take language

And fold it like cool, moist rags.

I would lay words on your forehead.

I would wrap words on your wrists.

“There, there,” my words would say-

Or something better.

I would ask them to murmur,

“Hush” and “Shh, shh, it’s all right.”

I would ask them to hold you all night.

I wish I could take language

And daub and soothe and cool

Where fever blisters and burns,

Where fever turns yourself against you.

I wish I could take language

And heal the words that were the wounds

You have no names for.

Words For It

Julia Cameron