Each piece of me is in its pages,
Even as the tempest rages,
The darkness I fight,
Even as I anticipate heaven’s light.
It’s a window into me,
My sojourn across tempestuous sea,
I script my today,
As I glance through yesterday.
It’s a door into my chamber,
As I write when I’m called from my slumber,
My love for nature and the arts,
I share some parts.
The memories of bloom,
The gloom that pervades my room,
They find away into it,
It bears all that are deemed fit.
First Place Podium Finish in Poetry Soup Contest.
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