Poetry Seat

Words that dissect the insanity and gives clarity

to a torture moment, a tortured being. Feelings of a

scrambled puzzle, being put together, finally being

able to see the picture for how it was meant

to be seen. Using words as a shovel to dig out

the coffin of what I buried so deep,Yet again

putting pieces back together and solving a case

that doesn't look so pretty.Words that help me define my purpose,

words that pour water on my soul. Brings my hope alive and defies

what burdens thought they could hold.Words that expose my fears

and helps them to escape through my tears. My words...they find

me sitting in the seat of poetry, arms always open,welcoming me...allowing 

me to kick off my shoes, feel safe, be vulnerable...if only for a few moments...


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