Chapter 19 of 25

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LITERANIUMS201 words~2 min read

Staircase of Stanzas

Sitting here on this staircase of

stanzas, makes me feel relieved.

It could touch my inner soul that

I could remember falling in love

on this metaphor world.

I can feel the fire that

lingers in my heart,

It was calling me to speak

out the voices in my head

that wanted to come out.

I didn't expect that poetry

will make me calm at the

darkest hour.

Makes me feel that I'm not

alone.

Makes me feel I'm at home

whenever I'm lost.

In the midst of wondering,

I feel like I found my place

to rest in this tiring world.

The words are hugging me

as I wrote down what I felt.

I could feel the warmth of it

as I was finally heard.

Poetry really hears my inner

soul.

Muting the noises of the

world, lead me to listen

to myself.

With that, I could see

my reflection.

With every drop of ink,

I could see a ton of pages that

I will face for.

And I was like creating a mystery,

that I, myself could probably solve-

'cause I was a poet on my own-

a poetry that can give its own remedy.

mjeahsty