Exiled… a poem

Collect your treasures

Your papers and quills

Write about sunsets,

And oceans and hills

   

Sketch like the artist

Who lives in your heart

Abstract to some

To others – pure art

    

Break from the confines

That hold back your mind

Life, it is finite,

Live it in kind

   

Slow down and breathe

See through the eyes of a child

Recapture the magic

From darkness – exiled