Poet

When the world feels heavy, and the heart is sore,

The poet turns to words, to find a healing cure,

For in the act of writing, the soul finds release,

And the words become balm, bringing a sense of peace.

The pen becomes a wand, casting a magic spell,

As the poet pours out their heart, and tells their tale to tell,

Their words become a mirror, reflecting the pain they feel,

But also, a ray of light, a glimmer of hope, that is real.

The poet weaves their words, like a tapestry of emotion,

Stitching together a story, that is both beautiful and broken,

Their metaphors become a bridge, connecting heart to heart,

As they use their pain, to create a work of art.

For in the act of writing, the poet finds a way,

To transform their pain, and keep the darkness at bay,

Their words become a weapon, against the demons within,

A shield of protection, that helps them to win.

So let the poets write, with ink and pen in hand,

For their words have the power, to heal and understand,

May their poetry be a reminder, that we're never alone,

And that healing can be found, in the words we've sown.