Poetry and Me

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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