By Audrey Alma Meyer

In small doses,

Like sipping a drink,

Thoughts come along,

Landing on this white-page island.

An island of emotions

That has found abreaction;

An epistle is a reverence

To my inner- world reference.

Writing a letter is like

Shedding tears

When tears do not flow.

Instead, words pour out.

Emulating a trigger,

The relief after perdition

Turns into animation.

Each locution touches

The embodiment of my soul,

Expressing a unique music,

A fresh metaphysic.

A letter may be just a launch

With a rough start,

Yet still a parenthesis,

The beginning of a longer journey.

In symbiosis with creation,

Sketching an emotional landscape,
I let myself be carried
By a current of sentiments.

Transmitting vibes wherever they go,

As long as they echo mindfully

Within my melting heart.

A space for inner rhythm,

An encounter with wisdom,

A vast space for innocence-

A letter in incandescence.