The Gift

I've finally found my Special Gift In the writing of poetry Though I never viewed it as special before Just another facet of me. Poetry is part of who I am Not a hobby that I pursue It's like breathing, blinking or simply thinking It's something I've no choice but to do. And who'd have thought these words that flow In Joy and Grief and Pain Were more than a private remedy To keep me from going insane? Yet mingled upon my pages with tears To my delight and disbelief Were words of power, beauty and hope Words of love and comforting peace. I've discovered my buried treasure My blessing to share with the world I've found the way to unfold myself So the sails of my soul are unfurled I can finally see the real, true me And the long twisted paths I have taken Oh, why in the world does it take fifty years For Sleeping Beauty to awaken? I'm so thankful I've found my soul's magic I'm so grateful to share my heart's song And who would have guessed the enchantment Was right here in me all along.