With the onset of hardships,
poetry acts like a safe harbor
delivering souls from turbulent waters.
These words are the truest compass,
pointing me towards a pen and paper-
the ability to find my direction.
Without them, I don’t know
where I would have ended up;
I may have crashed into the sharp rocks.
However, they found me in time
and, thankfully, unharmed becoming
the driving force into recovery.
When everyone else has steered away,
these words embrace a lonely heart,
guiding me home to serenity.