Praise Frank
@praisefrank
1 year ago

Poetry = Therapy

The lonely wail of an evening bird
Trudged across this desolate evening
Where I sat in loud silence, picking at stones,
Staring at God's ceiling—
In attempt to raise these bones

Hand in hand with solitude,
I wrestled with a flameless hell,
A pain that stabbed my fortitude—
And turned me to a last farewell

But today,
Once again,
I picked up my pen—
And I found poetry waiting, with open arms to hug away my pain.

#Poetry

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