Poetry Of A Borderline

the end

In the quiet of the night, I find my solace,
In the gentle rhythm of words that dance,
Poetry, my faithful friend and sweet solace,
Guiding me through life's intricate expanse.

Each verse a balm for my weary soul,
A refuge in the chaos of my mind,
In stanzas and lines, I find control,
A sanctuary where peace I always find.

The power of words to heal and mend,
To soothe the ache that lingers deep within,
Through sonnets, ballads, limericks blend,
I find a path to where my heart can win.

In the symphony of language, I am free,
To wander through emotions, thoughts untold,
Through poetry, my mind finds clarity,
A light in darkness, a hand to hold.

So I'll continue to embrace this art,
To let its beauty shape my mental state,
For in the world of poetry, I find my part,
A healing balm, a love that never abates.