Healing Rhythm Poem by Lainey Pare Pare

I stretch my words that craft in my mind,
Rolling off my tongue,
Needing as of doe
Detailed and defined,
Taking shapes of my past,
Redeeming good and bad memories as if they were my last,
These words can form oceans
Contemplating the severity of my emotions
These phrases shower on the flowers forcing on the show,
Seeming wrath in the ease now I'm lolling into a soothing flow, Seeming wrath into ease now I'm lolling into a soothing flow,
I wept as these words for came my inner ghost,
for they sing a melody that soothes grief of a monumental most