I don’t know what happened. I was minding my own business, when suddenly
the poetry filled me, taking over my pen, rising into my eyes,
filling my heart with light, so now I can see clearly.
Was it faith? Was it overcoming depression?
I don’t know, but one thing I do know –
I will allow the poetry to live
in my pen, releasing
an ocean into
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