For the Love of Writing

I fell in love with quiet words that wait,

With ink that knows my truth without debate.

A blank white page, a breath before the sound,

A place where lost and broken parts are found.

Poetry taught my heart to speak in lines,

To turn rough grief into deliberate signs.

Each rhyme a stitch, each verse a steady hand,

Mending pieces no one else would understand.

I write to feel; to make sense of pain,

To turn life’s storms into gentle rain.

The pen becomes a lighthouse in the night,

Guiding thoughts back home, restoring light.

In writing, I am honest, brave, and free,

More myself than I’ve allowed the world to see.

For poetry is just love in written art,

A thousand whispers from my heart.

Wonderland Wanderess