A poem a day,
Keeps the writer’s block at bay,
It often helps to sway,
The muse who lights the way.
It helps to lock away the sorrow,
Even beyond the morrow,
My heart is light as a sparrow,
And flies true like an arrow.
It lights up like a fire,
That can burn away the ire,
Singing a song as sweet as a lyre,
That can lead me through the brier.
In the end the battle will be won,
As I stand beneath the sun.
Finally! A poem that’s not super depressing. XD