My metaphors have kept me warm
When I ran out of pages to burn,
For when it all felt like a curse,
I found blessing in a verse.

I listened close to my soul’s cries,
I searched the seas, I searched the skies;
I came upon nothing divine,
But I found religion in a rhyme. 

As ash is left from the strongest flame,
Words can soothe the fiercest pain;
For back when my heart was made of coal,
Poetry did save my soul.