let poem's arise

In a quiet cocoon, a poem begins to form,

like a chrysalis, delicate and silent.

Each word emerges, bringing warmth to hearts.

Once overlooked, now taking flight in the glow of a solitary, late hour.

Discarded thoughts, once cast aside,

transform into the poem's core,

like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.

Ink and page perform their alchemy,

line by line, stage by stage.

A battered note, a torn-out sheet,

evolve into verses, rich with life.

Every critic's wound becomes

a driving pulse thrusting creativity forward.

As each line finds its place,

the poem's rhythm breathes, grows,

unfolding like wings from a chrysalis.

Art's true power, in its essence, illuminates,

releases the spirit of renewal.