Paper or Pen,
Rope or Chair,
what was it,
that defining moment,
that broke the back of despair.
Stuck in-between
twisted hopes,
and braided dreams.
Unravelling joy,
s t r u g g l i n g.
Perhaps life is,
a bold poetic test.
Haiku and sonnet
disciplined truth.
Freewrite beauty,
imagery speaks,
life lessons, tears
and joyful relief.
Warriors of dark,
piercing through,
heart bleeding denials,
we hide out of view.
What was it,
that defining moment.
A smallest of comment,
gently placed upon screen.
"thankyou,
I thought....I was
the only one
who wanted
to leap from
that damn chair."
You.
Inspire me to write,
live and struggle
powerfully with bold hope
in tender view.
it is I,
who thanks
you.
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