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The art of healing...
Poetry is self-administered
therapy for my soul,
It's my ink-pocket of a heart bellowing out those repressed screams on paper!
Poetry is how I remind myself
that there is still tenderness
in this harrowing world,that there
are still pieces of me, not jaded by life !
Poetry is how my mind regales,
in the thought that I'm still breathing,
that I am a conduit for those things
of beauty people often forget and forgo!
Poetry is the lifeline I choose, when
I'm stuck and my memories hang by a thread above the ruthless rut of a limbo,It lifts me into a world of words, my legacy!
© the_acataleptic
therapy for my soul,
It's my ink-pocket of a heart bellowing out those repressed screams on paper!
Poetry is how I remind myself
that there is still tenderness
in this harrowing world,that there
are still pieces of me, not jaded by life !
Poetry is how my mind regales,
in the thought that I'm still breathing,
that I am a conduit for those things
of beauty people often forget and forgo!
Poetry is the lifeline I choose, when
I'm stuck and my memories hang by a thread above the ruthless rut of a limbo,It lifts me into a world of words, my legacy!
© the_acataleptic
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