A Door Opened To Poetry
Despair and loss came one day.
I never saw the world seem so gray.
I didn't know what else to say.
Life seemed so hopeless to my dismay.
I found a door one day by me.
A door of hope and mystery.
One that only I could see.
It was a door to poetry.
The door stood tall and ever grand.
I walked over to take a stand.
I took the knob right in my hand.
I opened up to this magical land.
The land I saw was far and wide.
I saw all these words come by my side.
And all my thoughts I could not hide
For I no longer needed to confide.
Next to me was paper and pen.
I sat down at this little den.
I started to write with the utmost ken.
Of hope, sadness, and emotional men.
I never thought life could seem so great.
That I could express myself and lift this weight.
I was handed this amazing silver plate.
Of which I could write my current state.
I found this land that came to me.
A land that filled me with wonder and fantasy.
A land that made me feel so free.
I found this land of poetry.
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