Poetry Found Me

Poetry found me
where darkness embodied my soul.
When all my bad deeds 
refused to allow me to seek forgiveness,
Poetry found me.

It warped me up in its similes and metaphors.
Told me I could be whatever I wanted to become,
as long as happiness filled my soul.

Poetry opened my luggage
and, turned each piece of wrinkled baggage
to smooth dreams and rhythm filled joy.

Poetry shaped my sleepless nights to fairy tales.
Turned my nightmares to choose your own adventure stories.

Poetry took my deemed voice and,
made an echo out of it. 

It made my guilt beautiful lyrics 
written in sundried weather.

Poetry created life
out of me; the lifeless.

And proved that happiness,
is not always created from happy thoughts and memories.


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