When burnout looms large, I invariably turn
To pen and paper, over time I have learnt
That carving out my thoughts in a manner poetic
Acts as a salve for my soul, the appeal of poetry is magnetic
Not that a literary masterpiece I can write
But with a simple verse, a sense of calm I invite
In to my perturbed state of mind
An instant therapeutic effect of writing a poem I find
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When I write from the deepest recesses of my heart
When my closeted emotions are ripped apart
When words that I write carry a meaning profound
With a complex web of pain and pleasure, myself I surround
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Within the words of a poem is my safe place
Into which I retreat when the world is hard to face..
Passion...unbridled 