My True Friend Is Poetry

Poetry you have been for many years my savior, my confidant my truest friend. Nothing could ever replace a warm hug or the gentle caress of loving hands; but you've allowed for me to express freely on paper my inner most thoughts and the ability to release through rapidness of ink and unquiet hands the joys and burdens of life. Ran out of things to say for while; so I went out and explored, meet people in the outside world and saw that my hurt is no different nor have I been praying to a lesser God than those who have the ability to watch the sunset or rise but neglect to see the beauty and gift bestowed upon them. I'm sorry I was gone for a while dear friend, for you never had an unkind thing to say, nor have tried to shun my mistakes you the bearer of my souls truth, The liberator of sorrows my loyalest friend Please forgive my absence still many things to be said.....