POETRY HEALS
Quiet, alone this morning
Tried to sleep, only rested
Door rocks in the wind
To my soul invested
In time, ticking along
In space, where I am smooth
In rhyme, for this heart's song
In thought, for words to soothe
The chaos in a poet's mind
Words turn as many wheels
Rolling, twisted, only to find
At the end, it's all that heals.
12/1/2005 0808 cj
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