I hurl my anger
at blank pages
fill copious notebooks with
my deepest sorrows
my regrets
throughout dark days
immersed in thoughts
bleak sonnets
screaming free verse
emerging
but sometimes
hope still shines through
and sometimes
spirituality
overwhelms me
envelops me
sustaining me
softening my poetic voice
smoothing those sharp edges
so beautifully
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