Poetry - My Muse

I was scared and dissolved,

I was broken but plastered,

I was me but not myself,

So, poetry I came to you

To heal my wound................

To search my peace,

To obtain my muse,

To be the epitome,

Of my previous self,

Poetry I have come to you

To be myself..................

Embrace me, when I'm down,

Forgive me, when I'm wrong,

Make me smile, when in forlorn,

Laugh with me, when I'm amused,

Poetry come to me,

Whenever I need you.....................