Release through sorrow's poetry

In the depths of pain and sorrow's grasp,

I seek solace from this burdensome rasp.

Through poetry's ink, I find my release,

A gentle balm for my soul's inner peace.

Let my words unfurl like wings in flight,

Carrying me away from the darkest night.

I pour my heartache onto the page,

Releasing the anguish, easing the rage.

In verses adorned with tears and lament,

I find a refuge, a sacred moment.

Each syllable whispers, "You are not alone,"

With every line, my spirit is slowly sewn.

I conjure metaphors to heal the wounds,

Unveiling secrets, as silence blooms.

The pen becomes my ally, my guide,

As I unburden myself, no longer hide.

Through poetry's alchemy, pain transforms,

Into an artful tapestry that warmly adorns.

Every verse becomes a stepping stone,

Leading me to a place where joy is sown.

So let the ink flow, let the verses pour,

My heart unshackled, my spirit soar.

For in the realms of poetry's embrace,

I find release, from pain and sorrow's chase.