What Poetry Does To Me
Poetry, oh poetry
It puts me back in my familiar bed
Where I can cry without judgment
Where I can laugh until the next day
It puts back in my bed, during my sleep time
Sings sweet songs to me
Tightly tucks me in
Holds me warmly, strongly, assuring me that all will be okay, assuring me that I am safe
But then
Poetry, oh poetry
Takes my mind to places unthinkable
Places where my mind races nonstop
Poetry has made me believe that the thin line between sanity and insanity is very breakable
And when I reach some places, the horizon at my fingertips,
I have to take a step back
And leave
And live
Live......
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