When a river of agony spills out as tears
And none to quell with a comforting word,
Lines of worry drawn across my mind and soul
Wish someone could erase it with a single stroke.
My search grows feeble and futile as I journey on,
I look for my friendly papers to help, only this time.
The bard in me awakens, with a beating heart
Verses rush forth with verve, brazen on paper
Similes and metaphors speak my mind
An understanding reader is a good sign.
A flow of ink so soothing I’ve never seen
The healing touch of poetry sets me- a caged bird free.
©Srividya Subramanian