Poetry Found Me


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.


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