He will forever be
In my soul
In all the enchanted places
That greatly sparkle
Like ardent stars

Resilient
The poets heart
Words we use
Turning pain to art

Chronic stress
A syndrome no less
Our muses behold
The Mother's breast

Fight or flight
Sympathetic states
We resolve upon
Our creative slates

Breaking through
Rising above
Poetry becomes our strongest drug

When the fever flares
Word are but aspirin
And the poem becomes our cure
An observation I made while
living here,

on HP!

Broken I was
But not broken in two
One day I fell deeply
Through the endless ocean blue
Slowly I crumbled
And the darker I viewed
Then out of nowhere
In the deepest darkest blue
I found your smile
And it lit up all that I knew

You’re a fire raging
Flames lapping in your soul
Let me dance, my love
Let me dance in the inferno

Not by the number of lines,

Not for any adequate rhyme,

Not by the amount of works read,

Simply by the life I've led.