My virgin mind was never the same
After I met poetry my eternal dame
A literary lioness I fought to tame
Wordplay was her favorite game

My passion for her is what became
The art from which I built my name
My heart, my soul, my fiery flame
From an existence basically so lame

From circumstance I used to blame
It’s the force upon which I overcame
The Illusions clouding my mind frame
And set me on a path of limited fame

With poetic sight I watched them
With a poetic voice amassed them
With a poetic mind charmed them
With a poetic spirit inspired them
With a poetic heart I moved them

Poetry became a shining special gem
That lit my way through life’s stratagem
My life’s story was turning into a poem
My murky past turned into a requiem

This versed tool was like a magic totem
That proved to be my most valuable item
Offered me recluse from a rigged system
Against minds spreading far from its stem

Just with words I formed a simple theorem
Of ways to escape from worldly mayhem
A great flow of rhymes my trusted emblem
A rhythmic pattern to address any problem

With poetic sight I watched them
With a poetic voice amassed them
With a poetic mind charmed them
With a poetic spirit inspired them
With a poetic heart I moved them

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