
Here’s to the poetry
that is written for one,
recited for another,
given meaning by the third.
Here’s to the words
that make me rejoice
while i stay awake and wonder
if you ever cared enough
for me to open the gate
to free the bird.
Here’s to the poetry –
that beautiful shade in the rain,
my only source of joy
with the breathtaking thunder.
Here’s to the words
that dig deeper than the wounds
and sprout the flowers
of love and freedom
making me feel less like a blunder.
Here’s to the poetry
that instilled life in the remains
of a carcass fading away
making me believe in
the power of my pain
and my soul getting younger.
Here’s to ME
for giving out a piece of myself
every time I share my words,
my poetry – my children
for the love of my grace.
So thankful for the wonderful escape,
I give in. I surrender.
Powerful words expressing the power of words