Opening the Cage

The magic sweeps out of me as my hand glides across the paper,

Images and words flowing out.

In the end, a beautifully crafted poem rests on the pages.

Poetry, hand in hand, led me down the path of introspection.

His mighty voice guiding me through the gorges life left engraved on my tablet. 

We have endured the most unyielding times together,

Accomplishing victory through every one. 

Now, standing beside the mighty existence of poetry,

I am able to live a life of deliverance. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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