I was Me
Every time the dusk got delayed,
Or the morning sun felt harsh,
Sound of life seemed disarrayed,
Or water disappeared in the marsh,
Loved ones took a separate turn,
Old enemies met at the crossroads,
Water started to burn,
And decrypted were all my codes,
I came to this place I now call home.
There is always a place for me,
Here I am always allowed to be,
The person you see every now and then.
I cannot tell you how but,
The Poet and the Pen (my blog) saved me.
Blogging has this beautiful thing in it. It makes you feel so special, so connected to yourself. Sometimes I find out so much about so many things when I sit behind this blog and dive into the World of Words.
Blogging is a good addiction and I am addicted.