Valuable coins

how pain was my poetry,
suddenly poetry was my rescure.
Sometimes i fumbled for words,
Sometimes words overwelmed me.
It revealed the darkness of my soul,
But also lit a fire in me.
I spent my tears like coins.
Spendtrift as a libra could be.
Now i lie in my room and think,
Of the riches i lost,
While i collect my coins in a box.

You taught me saving.
You taught me love.

-Tracy Reid

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Nathi says:

    This one deeply resonates with my heart! Thank you Tracy!

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    1. Most welcome. Im glad you liked it.

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  2. gifted50 says:

    Beautiful poetry. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you. Im glad you liked it!!

      Liked by 1 person

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