Friday, December 11, 2015
While inspiration tortured me to live,
love made me believe.
Music became my soul,
and virtue became my goal.
When creativity suffered with atrocity,
and patience calmed ferocity
Poetry became my strongest suit,
and my mind opened like a parachute.
When friendship smothered my solace,
and emotions escaped my embrace
I found beauty in the cosmic space,
and accepted raptures with grace.