Mar 2020
It lets us, people, to be heard
When don't want to speak up
Or be vulnerable and get hurt
It puts our feelings to use
We create some personal and new
Keep it each one of them close to our heart
Because they helped to keep us and our sorrows apart
Whether its love, friends or ourselves
We depend on the poem to let us loose
And save us from the reality called hell
But not only it frees, but it helps to remember
The endurance of the miraculous joy
We want to relive and not to let go of it ever.
When don't want to speak up
Or be vulnerable and get hurt
It puts our feelings to use
We create some personal and new
Keep it each one of them close to our heart
Because they helped to keep us and our sorrows apart
Whether its love, friends or ourselves
We depend on the poem to let us loose
And save us from the reality called hell
But not only it frees, but it helps to remember
The endurance of the miraculous joy
We want to relive and not to let go of it ever.
Poetry is an escape for a lot of us. It lets our hardships create something beautiful, but also it lets the memories, which we value, to be relived or encapsulated in secret code made up of words that we might only understand.
