Poem: Poetry

Poetry whispers, soft and clear,
A balm for wounds, a way to heal,
In every line, a gentle guide,
To help us face what we can’t hide.

It speaks to hearts both torn and worn,
A sacred space where hope is born,
It weaves a thread through darkened days,
And leads us through the narrow maze.

With every verse, a lesson learned,
A place for truth to be discerned,
It teaches us to seek and find,
The peace that waits within the mind.

Through words, we walk both near and far,
As poets light the way like stars,
Uniting souls across the sea,
In poetry, we all are free.

For when we write, we share our voice,
In rhythm, rhyme, and silent choice,
And in that act, we all connect,
A bond that time will not neglect.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie