In shadows cast by life`s unending storm,
my heart forlorn,words gave me a refuge.
like tears,ink spilled on pages white and blank,
despair and light ,a battle yet to fight.
each word a fight, each line a struggle,
trembling hands,weary soul, a bleeding heart.
both day and night, to capture pain and dreams,
a lifeline i tread, the power of writing.
i found my new voice, with every verse,
as pain found solace, and hope grew steadily.
in life`s complex dance,a tangled web,
found my anchor in writing, a second chance.
an art great to cherish in a lifetime,
writing! poetry
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Arraycrypt
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Comments (1)
Thats so true.. Great poem :)