My Poetry Is Cathartic
MY POETRY IS CATHARTIC
I write poetry about my fears.
Poetry is medicine for the heart,
The heart which has suffered
Pain of isolation, rejection,
Felt the claws of loneliness
And choked in the prison of solitude.
Misfit , different,
Outsider on the inside -
Single-cell confinement
Of a single cell organism
Whose love is unreciprocated,
Or yet unfulfilled,
Or only a painful memory of loss -
Loss of a loved one -
Strapped in an ambulance,
Trapped in a cell of disillusionment,
Wrapped in a nightmare,
With a heart suffering.
Calmed are my fears
And balmed is my heart
By the poems I write.
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Written for Leighann Anderson's Contest "Free for All"
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