Ink-scribed hearts that beat as one
My poetry family, dear and won
In virtual halls, we gather round
United by the love we've found.

With every line, a piece of soul
We share our deepest, darkest role
The tears, the laughter, and the pain
Together we weather life's refrain.

Your words, a song to my weary heart
A solace that never departs
In your verses, I find my home
A sense of belonging, forever sewn.

Through screens and wires, we connect
Our bond, a testament to inspect
The power of poetry, pure and true
A language that speaks directly to you.

So here's to us, this tribe of words,
A family bound by heart and chords
May our pens never run dry or cold
May our voices forever be told.

In this digital space, we dare to roam,
Free to express, to heal, to call home
My poetry family, dear and bright
You are my shelter, my guiding light.

(from the works of Jason Carr)
© Jaycarr1971