Poetry\ Therapy Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
Poetry\ Therapy
When you loved me, my poetry glowed
Then you left and my inspiration slowed
Still I keep writing to express my pain
Though I may never pen love poems again
When my teardrops blur the page
And I'm locked in heartache's rage
I wipe away my tears and begin to write
By the second or third verse, I'm feeling alright
When the heartache is on the page to see
I know that it's coming from out of me
Leaving less inside for me to bear
My pain, my poetry willingly does share
And when at last, my poem is finished
I find my pain has greatly diminished
And reading it over for the third or fourth time
I'm amazed by the therapy I've found in a rhyme
And no therapy bills... works for me.....lol But then there is nature she is a beauty to see, especially through the eyes of someone seeing them again for the first time, .or should I say once again Regards Patricia
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4/18/2024 8:13:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This fantastic poem gives you away and clearly your very sensitive heart (great feelings) and also your creative mind that maximizes your poetic talent! 10+++ It is an honor to be invited to read this amazing write! Keep it up! I just posted a new one titled: A Concealed Soul That if time permits, I would like you to read it and give me your feedback! Thank you and God Bless You! Romeo-Bronx-NY