I open new doors
when I write new poems,
through new words
find new worlds,
take off the sack of burden.
New verse, like a universe,
a new lyric eases the mind.
When I read it out
I feel lightened,
no reason, no rhyme.
No big word blues
or how to spell them.
Pen fills paper with feeling
Injustice turns to justice,
rejection to acceptance.
My heart becomes the court
and I decide the sentence.
The power of words
sharper than swords
My misery grinded
on the blade of a poem.
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