At times when memories, thoughts and feelings flood my mind,
familiar images that may seem random at first,
evolve into words that emerge with incoherence,
And as I put my pen down,
The words manifest spontaneously.
A form of unmindful catharsis and detoxification occurs,
that releases the bottled up emotions,
Sometimes luring the feelings dormant,
hidden deep inside, in layers of concealment.
And at times I travel with the woven words to a universe parallel.
In the end, the finished conglomeration of word mosaic,
breathes with life,
And I realize that,
My poetry is an unknown dimension of me that was turned inside out.
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