Once upon a time, Lost
There was a slippery slope,
I almost fell into a hole
However, you came
while I was a wreck
Unexpected, but you met me
at this broken place of hopelessness
I began to pour out every emotion
with a pen and paper in my hand.
I was rescued while in distress
you have freed me, I am a slave
to the way I move my hand
to the way I share everything with
my paper.
Once Upon a time, lost, but you
found me.
Thank you, poetry.
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