An introvert, a dreamer and a reader I’ve always been
The world through a lens of elegant similes and clever metaphors I have seen
So it was perhaps a natural progression for me
When I began to put my thoughts to paper, as poetry
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I distinctly remember how it started over a decade ago
I had a dying young patient, and I did not know
How to process my emotions around that tragic event
Only words could capture my tumultuous sentiment..
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At first a complete blank my grief-addled mind drew
It seemed like an exercise that I could not do
But after I had been sitting for a while with my sorrow
Something shifted within me, and words began to flow
I composed a rhyming poem, and that helped me
Heal from the trauma of the profound tragedy
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After that, I discovered I could find refuge
In writing- the process helped me face the deluge
Of emotions that accompanied stressful events-
But I kept writing beyond my original intent
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The world I often struggle to comprehend
To make sense of it through my poems is what I intend
Passion...unbridled 