The Song of the Forsaken Poet
His poem saved him
The Song of the Forsaken Poet
I wrote in quiet, Love in each line
Words reached out, Heart open wide
Joy marked the start, Warm and bright
My hand moved free, Hope felt close
Hate rose later, Old wounds stirred
pink grew deep, Thoughts turned sharp
Comfort found me. Page after page
Breath eased down, Mind came clear
Misery returned, Silence answered
I held each line, Fear in my chest
Joy rose again, Voice found shape
Lines felt whole, Heart felt light
Love settled deep, Not from another
From my own truth, Simple and real
I closed the book, Pain eased out
Steps felt new, The poem saved me.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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Comments (3)
Oh, the life of a poet. You are definitely one. Good job.
This is beautiful.
A truly powerful and beautiful piece; the journey from heartbreak to finding hope and strength within your own truth is profoundly moving