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.
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