Revelation/Revitalization

And it was at that time…poetry arrived. 
Or rather, 
I fell into it. 
Idly turning pages, 
lips mindlessly mouthing words, 
transcribing sounds into sentences. 
From mud it called me. 
From the depths of my despair. 
Gradually, it moved—had been moving—until it touched me. 
There, 
my heart, 
there, 
my head, 
there, 
my soul, 
it touched me. 

And I followed it, 
blindly following the fire
until it became the way out. 
There, 
flame to inferno, 
there, 
waves to water, 
there, 
girl to poet, 
poet to girl. 


*Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s poem “Poetry”.