My Poetry Speaks

In the world of words, my pen finds its grace,
A storyteller’s tool in life’s winding race,
With verses that dance and emotions to seek,
“My poetry speaks,” in voices strong, yet meek.

In tales of love and battles fought within,
It whispers solace to hearts ready to begin,
For in the lines, dreams find their wings,
“My poetry speaks,” of hope that gently sings.

Through the noise of days and shadows’ wane,
It echoes truth with an unwavering refrain,
A mirror to lives, reflecting each face it meets,
“My poetry speaks,” in voices raw and sweet.

In fields of joy, or depths of sorrow’s gloom,
It weaves a tapestry, through light and through doom,
Connecting souls with stories unmasked,
“My poetry speaks,” where vulnerability is basked.

In moments of doubt or fears that entwine,
It offers comfort, an embrace so fine,
It uplifts, encourages, motivates in its flight,
“My poetry speaks,” in whispers that ignite.

So as my pen dances, each word in its trance,
“My poetry speaks,” with its soulful expanse,
In every heart, a story it seeks,
For “My poetry speaks,” in voices humble, yet chic.