Portal Poem by The runner who hides

Portal



A portal to an unknown world 8/08
My writing is my life
My pure joy

Accolades from people I let into my world
Along with comments
My writing is my therapy
My friend it’s pure rapture

My poems are sincere
Not for anyone but myself
A canopy for me to hide under
When things in my life go wrong

All I need is paper and a pen
And the words flow like a river
Without a place to go.

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