Poetry

Poetry the balm and salve of my soul When i was lost you became my light Director of thoughts and feelings untold When I could not fathom the experience unfolding The territories crossing You became satellite For thoughts morose and for those of hope when I could not admit for it did not permit as I was in the depths of full blown depression For I knew not the signs But the path of creativity and free style poetry became the glow that could be emitted even if it came to me in trickles Nevertheless I take it for what it saved The soul that craved true healing and space that came from the written page that poetry gave.