My World

Johanna Shapiro, PhD

Does writing about it help?
Who knows
But not writing doesn’t help
I know that
What changes when I write?
Am I a better person
When I write?
Not always, but sometimes
In that moment when I write
I discover
A world in which I am not afraid
A world that still belongs to me

This is what is

This is what is
Not what I want, but what is
What is –
The words are like two little rocks
Unobtrusive yet so heavy
They sink in my stomach
Like cancer