"Verseborn"
In the halls of my own home, rejection whispers,
Echoes of abandonment, my heart in tethers,
But within the refuge of verse, solace I find,
Poetry, my sanctuary, where peace intertwines.
Through ink-stained pages, emotions run free,
A cathartic dance of words, a symphony for me,
Each line, a brushstroke of profound emotion,
A canvas of thoughts, a therapeutic devotion.
Within my verses, I pour my heart's lament,
Unveiling the depths of pain, unearthing sentiment,
Through metaphors and rhyme, I find my way,
Nurturing my spirit, healing wounds in play.
With every stanza penned, serenity descends,
As poetry becomes the solace on which my soul depends,
In the world of ink and paper, I truly belong,
Where rejection's sting subsides, replaced by the song.
For amidst the chaos, beauty takes its hold,
Poetry's embrace, a refuge from the cold,
In the depths of my words, emotions ignite,
A testament to resilience, a beacon of light.
Through rejection's scars and life's endless strife,
Poetry whispers hope, a resilient thread of life,
In each verse I craft, a glimpse of my essence,
A sanctuary of emotions, a divine presence.
And so, I let my pen dance across the page,
Etching my story, transcending life's stage,
For in the realm of poetry, my spirit soars,
Finding solace, healing wounds, opening doors.
-soulpoet-
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PoetryThis actually isn't a book but a portal into the life of love, pain, regrets, joy, and other emotions of soul poet.This portal takes you to a world of poetry all written by a teenager whose life is defined by his poems. Hope when you get transported...
