Penning the Pain

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On Poetry

I’ve endured no more pain

Than the next person,

But somehow

I am able to keep a record

Of every single tear

Every heartbreak,

Every moment of melancholy.



And years from now

It will be more than

A collection of thoughts

From a depressed mind;



It will be the epitaph

Of the solemn soul

And the birth of a hopeful

And transformed being.

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