Helping Hand © Poem by Roann Mendriq

How strange, curious and very true
that when one's heart is overjoyed,
words are vacant, trite and few,
in lines clichéd, lost in a void.

And when one's heart is torn and breaking
poignant words flow, gently neat;
From a soul, despairing, aching,
likes note brim in a music sheet.

As I write, I pause to wince
at this quaint catastrophe;
At this miraculous coincidence
that quietly lifts to strengthen me.

I've pondered long to understand,
Poetry - Heaven's helping hand.