I write because I have a message to say

In poetic diction with little delay

As my emotions are scrawled into tangible code

The dark mist transforms into a road

Soon on track, I see the dazzling light

In the distance, shining bright

Poetry is like a puzzle with abundant possibilities

That leads to more answers than inquiries

More pieces are fitting together

Goodbye to the jungle of inclement weather!

I begin to understand why my mind felt strained

Why I was suffering, why I was pained

This knowledge helps me solve the riddle

I’m no longer stuck in the middle

As always, I figured it out

My senses and my values come about

With confidence and courage, I reach the finale

My written voice transforms into a phoenix, soaring over the valley