Put your painful feelings into form
The sonnet,villanelle, the triolet
The shape controls the anguish of the storm
Our wounds can shape our vision and our thoughts
Remember school, where bullies made you pay?
Put your painful feelings into form
Words like daggers pierce the loving heart
Oh, memory must not cut us off from play
The play controls the violence of the storm
Let all thought of vengeance now depart
Or our spirit blackens, then decays
Put those painful feelings into form
In its time the sun will bring new dawns
Tears will wash our souls from black to grey
The words compress,contain the bloody storm
Do not give the monsters time of day
Conversation does not always pay
Put your painful feelings into form
The shape will heal the anguish like a balm
