Poetry be a vehicle

For me it's transported me from that dismal place of days so Grey
Their hue so dark became the tarmac for life's emotional highway

For writing be a vehicle taken us through many a dreary day

Then it dropped me at a the curb of happiness
I only needed to step out
To run down its pathways through color filled gardens
Roses n tulips be where grimace and decay once resided
Melodies and laughter now replacing tears n sorrow
I saw love as a fallacy now a possibility
Poetry be a vehicle

Mine be a chariot with gold n silver
Now boasting hope n joy out proudly

No more just getting from point a to b  I stop and smell them roses and love life's journey

For poetry be a vehicle