Poetry Soup

This is where I come to bleed. Where I leave my heart for you to read. So many things in my heart to grieve. But only one place it can come to relieve. It's where my friends I've never met, Yet, in their minds, my feelings I set. You relate my fears. You see my love, Even for that of my God high above. I speak to you of the one I hold dear. Whenever, for her, I'm shedding a tear. Poetry and song in the world we fill, Leaving it with an insurmountable bill. Though in money and riches we do not bask, A little of your time is all I ask. Poetry soup is what soothes my soul. It makes even the broken feel once again whole. I write when I'm joyful. I write when I'm lost. I write when the world has me beaten and tossed. It's a medicine so potent we cannot perceive. They're words that can make weak humans believe. So to you the readers I am ever indebted. It's a friendship I have not ever regretted.