poetry consumes me
like the mighty waves
in a tranquil sea,
unraveling the caves
of my chaotic heart,
and freeing me from the
venomed dart.
thoughts put into words
which were never so brave,
and the ideas that sounded absurd
in my mind, chanting a melodious stave.
these verses,
how they've become a part of me
scribbled in reverse,
keeping me in some sort of reverie.
poetry consumes me
like the sweet nectar of a flower
taking me into a penmanship spree,
becoming my identity and my power.
and it's going to be the same for eternity.
- oh poetry, i'm so glad you know of me.
instead of the blood, you're the liquid that flows in me.
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querencia.
PoetryPOE1 | ❝these verses, how they've become a part of me. scribbled in reverse keeping me in some sort of reverie.❞ ...... querencia - (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic...
