Through the Eyes of a Poet

In the depths of my mind, a poem takes shape,
Words intertwining, like ribbons of silk drape.
A symphony of emotions, jumbled and raw,
A canvas of thoughts, waiting for me to draw.

I paint with language, strokes of rhyme and verse,
Each word carefully chosen, to captivate and immerse.
In this vast universe of letters and sounds,
I weave tales of love, loss, and rebound.

The stars in the night sky, the sun's golden rays,
Whisper to me secrets, that I long to portray.
I mold them into phrases, like clay in my hands,
Creating a masterpiece, that only I understand.

From darkness emerges a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope, shining ever so bright.
The poem unfolds, like a river that flows,
Revealing emotions, that nobody else knows.

It dances on the page, with lyrical grace,
Leaving behind a trace, of its poetic embrace.
In this realm of words, I find solace and peace,
A sanctuary where my thoughts find release.

So I continue to write, to express and to share,
To let my soul sing, in the realm of pure air.
For a poem is more than just words on a page,
It is a reflection of the heart, a calmer of rage.

So let the pen glide, and the ink flow,
As the poet within me continues to grow.
With every verse, I am set free,
For in the world of poetry, I truly am me.