I found healing one bright day.

My thoughts and words felt like play,

Not like the work I did before.

the writing then was a chore. 

My serious work was to blame. 

Wht I needed was a child's game.

It was as if a spell had broke, 

When my workds rhymed that I spoke.

Easy and free my heart sopoke to me

The words the rhymed set it free.

My book of healing now, it seemed

Came from my heart - I felt redeemed. 

I laughed and wrote as fast as I could 

All the dadness and pain - I understood.

I felt relief with rhymes from my heart, 

Just like when I practice yoga and art. 

This is the truth - rhyming is fun, 

But much more happens when you're all done.

The language of rhyming is a self-healing art.

It is the refflection of what's in youir heart.