The Song of the Forsaken Poet

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.