It Heals Me
When I feel like I've made a bad decision Like giving too much of myself Or taking advantage of someone else Poetry replenishes me. When I do things that cause me to feel empty I write, and my words heal me They act as a recognition of fault A penance And redemption My thoroughfare of forgiveness My poetry patches me up where I have caused scars It illuminates my weaknesses And glorifies my strengths It is my harshest critic My cheerleader And my most able self restraint It is my layers and levels It is my Works of art They are surreal and fantastical And it illustrates my start My autobiographical Story in prose My worst heartbreak in rhyme My greatest love in metaphor My greatest fall, within all of these lines My poetry, my saving grace My second heart that works constantly Keeping my first, of flesh and blood, pumping Almost as effortlessly as these beautiful words that flow from my mind Each beat is the rhythm to a new line Each pause is the silence Filled by time Allowing for the growth and blossoming, and aging and wisening Of a new story, like an exquisite wine So my poetry My dear sweet Love of my life Life of my love Immortalized description of My turbulent peaceful existence I appreciate you ever so From your most grotesque To that of the most delightful In my happiness to my most frightful Thank you for being with me, and me. I just wanted to let you know.
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