Poetry For Restoration

Poetry is beautiful

In between the lines

Are breaths that restore energy

The words describe a mood

That we can’t explain

Repeating the verses like prayers

That we rehearse in hopes of memorizing

The curves of the letters take us on rides

That end with and without periods

Exclamation points, question marks and commas

Are needed when the end is only the beginning

They move in and out of time

It makes no difference whether the words rhyme

With no place left to run

At the end of the road

Poetry heals a scorched soul

And I am using it to recover mine



Love always, Esha <3