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.