On day seventeen
I’m reflecting
On my favourite type
of self expression

A skill I’ve learned
Though yet to master
To Inspire tears,
Sadness and laughter

That uses rhyme
And turns of phrase
To find exactly what
I long to say

There’s cosmic beauty
In how language evolves
How two rhyming words
Just happen to fall

Per
fectly
In Place

A special magic in how
Words work together
In how forever
Pairs with never

How a phrase
Can stir a soul
And help others
Feel less alone

It has given
me courage
Strength and purpose
A sense of worth
When I feel worthless

All of this from
Paper and ink
The way I feel
And thoughts
I think.