I ease my mind
by writing poems
in the quiet
hours i spend alone.
It seems to me,
in these last days,
I've rhymed my pain
too many ways.
My mind is tired,
my heart grows weary
of pen in hand
as eyes grow teary.
And then by chance,
I find this place,
and recognise that
what i face
is not a road i walk
apart.
For each of you are
in my heart.
Thru what we share,
we heal in time.
and so i will
put pain to rhyme.
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