Thank you for poetry.

How dangerous I find poetry to be. Always revealing the right words for every situation. Just when I thought I was cursed alone, I found out so many souls that have walked the same path before. And for every tear that has rolled down my cheek, I find ten paragraphs to describe the way I feel. Some are delicate, like the rising sun kissing a flower field on a morning of spring; and some others sting, like a thorn would pierce my finger, unexpectedly... painfully. I always find the right combination of words. I always find embrace and comfort, reading to see that I am not alone.