Poem: I Can’t Leave Poetry Behind

I can’t leave poetry behind,
It haunts the chambers of my mind.
Each word, a seed that dares to grow,
In fields where silent rivers flow.

The rhythm calls, a sacred beat,
A dance where heart and spirit meet.
Its whispers thread through every sigh,
A map of stars across the sky.

How can I leave what breathes in me,
What shapes the wind and stirs the sea?
It holds the truths I fear to speak,
The strength I find when I am weak.

It’s in the dawn, the fading light,
The fragile peace of velvet night.
It wraps around the aches I bear,
A balm, a cry, a living prayer.

To walk away would tear my soul,
Erase the verses that make me whole.
For in its arms, I’ve come to find,
I can’t leave poetry behind.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie