By Diana Raab
(In response to: “Poetry” by Pablo Neruda)
On the pages of a Khalil Gibran journal
my voice was freed—the wind squalled
through my brain beaten
down by words, abusive.
Such liberation possessed me wholly.
His revelation bloomed,
so unlike my mother’s mutterings
as she drifted in and out of madness.
My lines, at ten, engendered
many other poems holding and healing
me—once so deeply shattered.
Those words now yearning for the divine
just like the prophet Khalil Gibran.
Diana Raab, MFA, Ph.D., is a poet, memoirist, blogger, and awardwinning author of ten books. Her latest books are Writing for Bliss and Lust: Poems. She blogs for Psychology Today, The Wisdom Daily, Thrive Global, and others. She frequently speaks and facilitates workshops on writing for healing and transformation. Also by this poet: "Pacific Sunset" and "His Smile"