I write poems, some happy, some sad
Most sound like I’m going mad,
Perhaps one day I will realise my talents.
Perhaps one day I will find my balance.
I rhyme about dreams & hope they will stay
But dreams have a habit of fading away,
I write them down even if they are shattered.
So I will remember when they actually mattered.
Poetry is a hobby and my therapy choice.
To express my feelings and to raise my voice,
So I am singing my rhyming hymns.
In those moments when life turns grim.
You can share and you can shout.
Don’t hold back, let it out.
What words do you hide away?
Don’t save it for another day.