When my expressions escaped me, words flowed out of my hands
When darkness covered me, sweet rhythms were my light
When water was drowning me, Thanks came in few but meaningful words
Just like poetry which heals me when I hurt.
When I was put to rest, you were my bedtime story
When I fell, you rushed towards me
When I stood on my own, you silently supported
Arranging words in my head for independent poetic storage.