Life Around The Corner

I am not a tortured poet.

Though at times I write from a deep well,
When I’m happy I write just as well.

Though at times I write from a secluded cell,
It’s words of freedom I yell.

In a nutshell,
My words impel.

Positivity, I retell
In any decibel.

I ring my bell.
With words, I rebel.

I raise hell!
Darkness expel.

I invite you to read my story here.