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To Pen a Poem
To Pen a Poem
I used to think in rhythm and rhyme
It plagued the very heart of me
I could not walk or look or sit
My thoughts collected
And to meter they would fit
My mind would wander in
multicolored hues
I looked at life from
a different view
Time marched in and busyness came
My time for poetry seemed to wane
Eventually the passion it did leave
But the healing power that
I did need
I found it
when I
didn’t see
so much emotion inside of me
So much the gift I was given
To heal a heart in rhyme and rhythm
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