Poetry is my ultimate redemption,
the soul’s crescendo, life’s purest confession.
Bound in the chains of my own reflection,
I kneel—a monk of words in devotion.
Though my identity trembles, a flickering flame,
I build a shelter from phonemes, fragile yet sane.
Each dawn, the heart’s whisper grows louder,
and poetry swings me—a pendulum of pain and power.