I Want To Write Poetry From The Soul

It's been a long time since I wrote to you.
Words I couldn't craft without you, my muse.
When I contemplate the meaning of things,
You are the one like a spring.
Water flowing endlessly as thoughts in my brain.
I couldn't speak.
Every morning and passing day,
I dream and I'd pray.
That somehow through the darkest times,
You'd envelope into the purest light.
Married my thoughts and my heart,
Two of the things no matter how far,
I see the smile in your eyes.
So it shall be in this life,
even though the fire stings,
you'll find reasons to sing.

💙

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Sassygirl42 · 51-55, F

I found a reason to read posts.... It's your wonderful words......

XReaganX · 26-30, F

@Sassygirl42 Wow. You're really into it. I wasn't expecting that. Lol

Sassygirl42 · 51-55, F

@XReaganX you have no idea what words do for me..... My heart soars to read such touching words.

XReaganX · 26-30, F

@Sassygirl42 How amazing. 😊 You're truly one in a million because many people type without actually reading. Even when words speak, nobody listens. You do though. That's amazing.

Sassygirl42 · 51-55, F

@XReaganX i was craving words.... Your words quench my thirst that is why i read every word you write...,, thank you:)

XReaganX · 26-30, F

@Sassygirl42 well, I'm actually flattered by that lol
Just be careful. Because on the same coin, words could also cut you. I know some of the stuff I write can be depressing...I'm still working on changing my outlook on things. 🌸

Sassygirl42 · 51-55, F

@XReaganX that's ok and i totally know that. Write what's in your heart.

XReaganX · 26-30, F

@Sassygirl42 I definitely will. Tonight has been really tough and you helped. Thank you.🌙

Sassygirl42 · 51-55, F

@XReaganX yeah i understand i have felt some of those same feelings you wrote about. Truly amazing that i totally identified with you.

XReaganX · 26-30, F

@Sassygirl42 "The clock hands spinning
time unwound from linear.
Parallels future and past,
all in the image of mind.
I see into the abyss
of pain and abuse.
What was done, I waited.
Replayed over and over again:
Drugged and imprisoned,
deathly threats in sorrow.
Until, a kindred spirit
saw a mirrored reflection.
Her words woke me
opening eyes to heaven.
I couldn't dare speak to tell
writing ominous letters
to her in poetry.
I remember my works.
The way I'd bleed over
things I felt.
Her light broke through and
I fell like a tower.
Walls crumbled beneath
exposed bare and raw.
As I felt what was missing,
then she looked at me."

I am amazed that you do. Here's a poem I wrote a while back ago. I think you'll enjoy it. @Sassygirl42