My Ode to Poetry

The ink has dried,
The book has closed.
What a journey it's been.
One of self-realization
And unwitnessed talent,
Has now come to an end.

You've taught me to create
When I thought I'd never find the words.
To form the greatest beauty
From the deepest hurt.

Between the thoughts
And flimsy pages
Lay all the pieces of me.
Fears, ideas, hopes, regrets,
And all I have yet to be.

We'll never again conspire
To define complex emotions.
I set down my pen to say good-bye
With sincere devotion.

Thank You. . .