It is what I write. It is what I do when my pen meets my paper.
Healing and poetry make up the word Healoetry.
The healing process for me came through my poetry.
I needed self-healing from the depression of separation and divorce.
I needed healing from a habitual love when love should not be habitual.
I needed healing to know for certain how and when to love again,
If love should ever again call me by name.
I needed to distribute flowers in the form of words to friends and family members.
The process became so surreal when I realized these words were and are inspired by God.
No way, I alone could emanate the titles let alone the sentences and paragraphs that follow.
I should have put this gift to use long ago.
Somehow I don't believe the results would have been the same.
Initially, there was too much hurt and hate to conclude a constructive thought.
My hope is the words which have been so liberating to me may free someone else,
may heal someone else.
The hand of God has touched me to touch you and so many more.
This form of healing also captivates in the spoken word.
My voice I am told conveys all the emotions that went into this body of work,
This body of work which was disentangled or delivered from the depths of my heart and soul.
Healoetry, the interwoven word of healing plus poetry, which was inspired by a friend.
It is not only what I write, it is what I am.
Healoetry is me and I am Healoetry.
(11.23.06)