Sharing words that travel through me. These secrets of mine none can know. Their harbor slowly kills me though,. A little more each day, each year. Thusly I remain, stuck right here. All hope is gone no end is near. Lost no matter the path I take. This maze of secrets built with fear. Though none are left whom I might trust,. Self included, although I must. No more tears have I left to weep. This journey mine, this trip to dust.

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3, Issue 3, The Healing Powers of the Arts. 8220;Poetry finds you when you are broken, insists on taking you into its fold, puts your pieces together and then you never leave. Long before we had libraries teaming with medical and psychiatric tomes, we had cave paintings, carved images, storytelling, song, musical instruments and dance. The power of artistic expression to transform both creator and consumer was assumed. Italian journalist, Mendez Biondo.

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