When you discover a poet
Whose poetry makes you
Want to strip down to your soul
And in those moments of vulnerability
When you catch yourself
Feeling lost in between pauses,
Yet, you feel so protected
Within the confines of those lines

It is as if those verses
are your safehouses
While you are running from yourself
Without realising why
Till you reach your stop
Till you find your home
Till you make them your own

*To Him, whose poetry makes me both ‘think’ and ‘feel’