My Passion

Poetry requires intensity.
I need to bring the burdens of my heart,
to my fingertips
and write.
But my fingertips freeze,
the teardrops stop in my throat.
They never travel to my eyes
and spill on the page.

Dystonia is the thief.
IT robs me.
Passion requires intensity.
Intensity means feeling.
Deep feeling brings dystonia,
the thief,
in to steal.
IT makes the voice weak.
IT makes the head pull and shake.
The body draws up,
thoughts are forgotten,
buried under the pain.

Is it any wonder
that we,
the victims of dystonia,
find difficulty in expressing
what we need to the most
feelings of love
sadness
fear
joy
LIFE

By: Kathie Stehr