The discovery of the deeply felt significance, of my own words
Spurring me on to the creative expression of
My every day experiences, recorded in my poetry
Years down the line, rereads jolt me awake
In the dark and fog, that sometimes fills my head
Reflecting that I am ‘muddled up inside’
I find my solitude, bares good fruit
To break back into my personal light
The fellowship found in poetry, sustains
There is a privacy, that I love on a meditative night
Cohabitates with my appreciation, of the inner me
Draws out a deeper, fragile fellow and creates this sense of ‘wellbeing’
