Imagination running wild,
Feeling my heart beat.
My cares are that of a child
The thought, so sweet.
The imaginative rush,
Adrenaline going through my brain.
These feelings coming up as mush,
It’s hard to explain.
This sense of release,
This view of perfection.
There really is peace!
And a feel of protection.
Though it’s misunderstood,
To be something weak.
Poetry strengthens the heart,
The mind and the soul.
It makes us unique.
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