I felt compelled to write a letter to Poetry.


To My Dearest Poetry

I'm sorry if I drifted from you,
It seems that my time has been consumed.
My patience pushed to its limits,
I now come back to you.
My outlet, my friend, my everything.
I know you will forgive me,
That is your very nature
To love, to remind, to share.
Others have used you, played with you,
Your form is myriad and changing throughout history.

I come back to you now,
Back then it was different.
Then it was out of anger,
Frustration,
Convenience.
You were my outlet, my mother,
My lover
My friend.
You above all cared when no one else did,
You were my voice
Strong
Loud
Pulsating
Demanding attention from all.

I come back now,
Not a shattered man,
Not a broken man,
Complete, and whole.
Thankful
Blessed
Happy, happy that I can
Look back at our time together
And not be afraid
Nor ashamed
Nor sad.
Thank you my friend
My love
Brother
Father.
Thank you for being my voice
The small voice crying out beneath the sand.
Thank you




Poetry by Edwin Key
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Written on 2006-01-06 at 08:36

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Welcome to the Bay with this beautiful letter!
2006-01-06


penfold18
An excellent write my friend, you to have put into words the sentiments of many,welcome back to the world of poetry :-))
2006-01-06


Edwin Key
Thank you KJC!!! That means a lot to me
2006-01-06