Poet's Note



Giving voice to my dream, my hope, my belief,
Meant silencing doubts who clung like murky mist,
Listening to the light, which banished my grief.

Joy stirred my soul with hope I just couldn’t resist,
Causing me to kiss anxious page with my muse,
poetry revealed the reason I exist.

Pains and sorrows, melancholy sure to bruise,
Reminded me that I could write my way home,
Through the darkest days, dreaded nights who confuse.

Past rhymes, the flowing rhythms, soon the palindrome,
Reasons I became a poet thrills me still,
Blessings rain from my pen, who might gently roam.

Revealing truth, earnest hope to write until
Poems spun from my heart completely fulfill.

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