Love and Tragedy
Dancing, weaving, and flying
The currents of a fantasy
Poetry is an artform
That can be of love or tragedy
Blossoms bloom to life
Rose pedals wither and fall
Always breathing and yearning
Life and death to all
They are great teachers
They can be monsters
They are valuable friends
They can mean the end
They can destroy youth
They are hidden truth
They can always die
They are forever alive
When seen with perversed eyes
Words can be weapons of steel
When caressed with gentle hands
Words are voices that heal
I once used these words in tears
Reminiscing of pain and sorrow
Now I speak words of triumph
Celebrating life and another tomorrow