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Poetry, speaks softly,
Caressing us gently.
Those words whispering,
Entering,
Calming.
That razor’s dripping.
These words are silently,
Quietly,
Effortlessly,
Soothes.
Its Breathtaking.
Hot white,
Sharp knife,
Exhale.
Inhale.
Breathe.
Write.
These words whisper,
Sweet nothings.
Nothings that allow you to move,
Keep going.
Breathe.
Write.
You’ll make it through.
You’ll see the light.
With these words you will be alright.
Poetry saves lives.
It saved mine.
It helped me find,
A piece of mind.
A solitary place,
Where I was safe.
Saved.
Safe.
Tears stream.
Ebb and flow,
These are words to soothe my restless soul.