Ascension

Breaking, deceived, hurt, angered.

Wondering who to run to,

felt like there was nobody to turn to.

Lost.

Grabbed the pen and paper,

let my hand fly.

Poetry was there for me,

Lord knows why.

 

Suddenly.

Happiness achieved, jubilance retrieved.

 

Soothing, relieved, calm, enlightened.

Malignant feelings significantly decreased,

new level of inner peace.

Free.

Turned page after page,

couldn’t say goodbye.

Poetry was there for me,

our love will never die.

This poem is about: 
Me
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