August 11, 2015

 

 

Poetry is therapy.

Poetry is expression.

Words from the heart

released at will;

helps old hurt to lessen.

 

Poetry flows freely.

Poetry never forced.

Words from the mind,

when life stood still,

and from society divorced.

 

Poetry a lifeline:

Poetry a muse:

Words from the soul

when one, less than whole,

has nothing left to lose.

 

Poetry, the saviour:

Poetry the rod:

Words from the brain

one can’t explain.

Poetry, thank God.

 

 

 

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