Poetry
has always been a part of me,
Filling the area that people can't see,
At times released involuntarily
From feelings hidden deep inside of me.
The words may come when fast asleep
Or bowed in prayer however deep,
When watching children engaged in play,
A golden sunset at the end of day.
Poetry can, without a word spoken,
Mend a heart that's been broken,
Bring a tear to someone's eye
Or cause a smile to replace a sigh.
For many it affects the very soul
And makes their wounded heart whole,
For centuries poetry has existed,
From Dante to Angelou it's consisted
Of expressing what's in the heart,
The area that holds the deep dark
Secrets that many of us try to hide,
But poetry penetrates its way inside.
So ask what poetry means to me:
A vehicle to venture into fantasy
Or an outlet for my heart that aches,
Whichever avenue it frequently takes.
I thank my God for this precious gift,
For without it I would become adrift
In the sea of life, often out of control,
Poetry is the lifeline that calms my soul.
~Twilah 2002~
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