Words fall
like November rain
washing away sediments of
yesterday's pain
Complementary stanzas
find personification
and each verse feels like
a dose of morphine
easing the transition from
past to present
The essence of tribulations linger like
a frost bitten pine tree
each syllable written reeks of therapy
living to let go
and letting go to live
composition sustains
as the pendulum sways
The anchor of my destiny
has always been the comfort of
poetry
So I
write
with ferocity
conceive with love
and believe in
the possibilities
that I create
within my soul
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