On here I write my lines of query, my hopes my dreams until I am weary...

I crave, I need, to express, to feel. My words and thoughts help me to heal.

My pen is primed I'm good to go, it's time to let my rhyming flow,

So here you see me at my best,

My rhyming's shining with the rest,

My mind only settles when I write,

Words on my fingers taking flight

It is my escape, my hope, my joy

Poetry is my best mate, my love, my toy