Tied up in knots,I could not see the truth
The beauty of the world became uncouth
Which ever way I looked, there was no ease
I could not see the path nor find my keys
I could not find my comfort nor my muse
Why do I so suffer when I choose
As either way,I find I mostly lose?
Then this conscience fierce, I must appease
Untie the knots.
Not for me to judge or to accuse
Even if my being was abused
Let me now be cherished by soft breeze
Let my heart grow softer as I grieve
Let my mind no longer be bemused,
Nor tied in knots
How my heart sings 
I loved your post “the importance of poetry”, i thought it was utterly brilliant. The choice of words, the beauty of the way it was wriiten and the philosophy of it. It was like someone wrote a poem in the form of a simple article. I loved it. ❤❤
I commented here because the comments on that post were closed.
I didn’t write it, there is a link to the original piece so you can read more of it.I am glad you liked it
Thanks for sharing it, you have great taste. 👌
Thank you very much.That has cheered me up as I have hadsurgery and feel rather low in spirits right now! Katherine
My pleasure, Bless you and i wish you all the health and happiness. And i look forward to reading more great stuff from you. 💕
Thank you