Written by: Juanita Thorn

A poem is just a rhyming verse
That sometimes carries a hidden curse
Cos of night while you try to sleep
Into your mind, rhymes and words do creep

Lying in bed so quietly
Words fall into place silently
Like clothes in a dryer spinning around and around
The minds’ abuzz but there is no sound

Poetry is an expression
Great therapy for depression
As thoughts transfer from mind to paper
Then disappear from your thoughts like an invisible vapour

I like to write my feelings down
As all my thoughts could make me drown
I believe the words that I share
Relieve my soul and allow me air.

©copyright Juanita Torr