A Poet’s Healing

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

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