Bumbling clarity

Between you and me, Poetry Is not something I've always seen As great and mending. At least not until she Split my heart in three As she turned away from thee Who had brought us together. We met on a Christian retreat. But broken heart is too cliche For me to write about today I can't make others feel Something they can't know is real But in writing this, My thoughts on a page, Little letters adding order To my bumbling cage Of doubt and fear to ever try again To me relationships are just a loss of a friend. But why do i say this in this poem today? By reading and writing my thoughts in rows i lay, I gain the clarity of thought. And that's a lot. As my writing expands and my worries shrink I gain the blessing that it is to know what i think.