A Letter to Poetry

You came to me,

You came to me when I was lonely,

You reached out your arms,

and I clung to you, safe from harm.

Brushing away the tears from my face,

you helped me away from my dark fate,

but you made me accept it,

but you lifted my heart from regret.

I remember the first time I saw you,

It was many year ago, that I first knew,

that I would fall into love.

'twas Mr Poe who introduced you to me,

with his heavy hearted tale, of Miss Annabel Lee.

How can I forget Miss Dickinson?

She was my favorite, among your friends.

For she told me stories, through you, in the rain,

She felt a funeral, in her brain.

I listened to your rhyme,

I let it sink into my soul, with time.

You gave me hope

in times where I could not cope.

I found you in the Bible, too.

Kind David prayed his Psalms through you.

And now I, too, use your gift,

in times of need, to let my mind drift.

Soon I learned that you are forever here,

and you will always be near.

For when everyone else leaves,

I will turn to you, instead of retreat.