When wounded and hurt, confused or torn, resolve your conflict through creativity. here one woman talks about how her art has restored her heart

Kill the Pain

Let it out!
The silence screams
Tell it to the empty shoes
the dirty socks
and drawers
already filled with pain

Open the windows
let the tears flow
embroider
their glistening beads
upon gashes
of life’s crudeness

Let it out
Hang the despair
from the still
blades of the ceiling fan
Spill the blood
through the ink
of this pen

Cry
Transcend
Bleed
Drain the sentiments
That hurt

Kill the pain.

- Gopika Nath