Poetry and Me

From loving heart

To empty soul

With healthy mind

But empty bowl

And struggles faced

Both big and small

My heart still raced

Even after all

The torment that I

Had to endure

A deep, heavy sigh

The only cure

For all the pain

And weakness in

My life of strain

That's full of sin

Is poetry

The only thing

That allows me

To keep fighting

The one reward

In life alone

Words string a chord

Down to the bone

It can be heard

These words of truth

By folks and birds

By old and youth

These words connect

With those who hear

Whether poorly wrecked

Or rich and dear

These words mean more

Than one can see

Read poems and soar

And then you'll be

More open than

You'll ever know

Watch as you can

Evolve and grow

And then you will

Much happier be

As I am still

With poetry