When troubles mushroom, stalk me and exhaust,
when disappointments and sorrows accost,
a pen and paper then become a neat solution
releasing hurt.
The pain’s distribution
is channeled through the powers of words
absorbing energy, the forces of the dark.
The verses have the properties conforming
to laws of nature and the soul-transforming
requirements that urge me to embark
on magic roads seeking restitution
in a surprising charm of weaving lines
together.
Their patterns’ interlacing
in iambic rhythms’ confines is embracing
my hurting heart - they dress it with a light
of healing energy.
I find a delight
in the inscrutable, unfathomable grace
proficiently able to replace
the former things with hopes of tomorrow.
This grace in me is able to refute
my darkest trouble and my deepest sorrow
transforming into ecstasy my pain.
The physics’ law remains absolute:
no energy is ever lost in vain.
20 September 2011