Poetry will save us
as it has
and always does
It's poetry who catches us
A resting tent that nurtures us
while our souls replenish,
touching the universality of our own uniquely fragile stardust...
Stroking our foreheads,
breathing peace into our hearts,
illuminating the beauty in everything
and stitching it
into a cloak of light,
draped lovingly around our shaking shoulders;
whispering cogently to us of its impenetrability,
of our own sovereign safety,
so that we may rise refueled
our furnace stoked
charged by the life force now burning
outrageously bright in us
to face the world and all its oddly timed surprises
with the optimistic courage of a rising sun
This day is mine!
Poetry has saved me.