In the depths of my soul, a fire burns bright
A flame that flickers with every heartbeat
A yearning to create, to bring forth the light
To weave words into tapestries that dance in the night
The blank page stares back, a daunting sight
A challenge to conjure beauty from the void
The cursor blinks, a taunting rhythm in flight
As I struggle to give voice to the emotions employed
The demons they whisper, a chorus of doubt
That I\'m not enough, that my words will fall flat
But I silence them with each carefully crafted line
As the art of poetry becomes my solace, my shrine
With every verse, a piece of myself I impart
A fragment of my soul, laid bare on the page
The weight of my worries, slowly starts to depart
As the words flow forth, a cathartic, healing stage
The stress and the anxiety, they begin to unwind
As I master my emotions, one stanza at a time
The world outside fades, and I am left behind
With the gentle hum of my creativity, my heart\'s rhyme
In this journey of self-expression, I find my peace
A sense of purpose, a reason to release
The tangled threads of my mind, slowly start to cease
As the poetry flows, a soothing balm, a world to appease
The darkness that once haunted, begins to recede
As the light of my art, illuminates the path I need
The shadows that loomed, start to dissipate and fade
As I find my voice, my true self, in the words I\'ve made
With every poem, a piece of myself I reclaim
A fragment of my soul, redeemed from the flames
The fire that once burned, now a warm, gentle glow
As I find solace, in the art that I create, and grow
In this journey of poetry, I find my true north
A compass that guides me, through life\'s turbulent forth
The words that I weave, a safety net, a haven from the storm
As I find my center, my heart, my soul, reborn
In the end, it\'s not about the words, or the rhyme
But about the journey, the healing, the heart\'s crime
To create something beautiful, something true
A reflection of myself, a work of art, anew.