A Gift, A Wonder
It was during life’s most difficult moments,
when I just could not endure again
any more pain
that I felt my most inspired to write.
And I’d write poetry;
Deep from within the anguish of my soul
spoke words that I did not know
could be fashioned into something so eloquent,
and beautiful.
Yes,
pain could be beautiful, I saw.
And I considered poetry
a gift
and wonder
of the Most High
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