Poetry Breathes Life

Selfhood is the home I found in the profound poems of extraordinary strangers with mind boggling talent that touch my soul.
 These pure writers inspire me, giving me the strength to pick myself up after life strikes me down into the depths of hell.
 It is through their prose that they challenge me to try to overcome my succumbing doubts by living fearlessly without regret.
 Their empowering words help me to accept that my failures are life's mere lessons to opening new possibilities of making my dreams come true.
Their intimate struggles are so eloquently expressed in their personal poems, resonating with so many of my own ups and downs.
 Our shared journeys gives me a better understanding to all of life's rare gifts.
 Written expressions of good and evil are so artistically conveyed, showing just how fragile they can be to the human spirit.
 I pause to ponder as my mind contest with the words of so many unique talented poets, mingling their verses with the simple thoughts of my elementary mind....
Life can be so idyllic and unspoiled simply by witnessing an enchanting new sunrise, captured in the heart with its incandescent beauty.
Yet, darkness can just as easily cause a morbid fear of the black night, shrouding me with a bleak and desolate lonesome ambience.
 My soul can be easily enriched with the start of a new day by a simple passing cloud resembling cashmere, or at the end of the night, rich with a deep bluish purple sapphire sky.
 However, apathy is always readily and willing to quickly rear its grotesque head shattering my brittle soul and fragile heart, leaving me a bankrupt mortal shell of my formally prosperous life, once spoiled by the riches of love.
Good will always be beguiled by Evil in my troubled mind, relentlessly challenging peace and harmony for me, disrupting the balance of my sanity.
The light's radiance will always be lost to me by the dark's cryptic obscurity where it continually appears that despair wins most of my days.
 But at last, I can now find retreat in my indelible connections to my heroic artist.
 I am now reminded that love is the antidote to restore my hopes and dreams.
 Hope is my weapon to conquer all of my fears and to bring me guidance, shedding a new light to extinguish my darkness.
Dark, Spiritual, Love, Anger, Self
 Poetry Breathes Life