Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

COMFORT

I want to take refuge in the rain.

I want to make friends

With the leaves as they dance

Along a transcendent path.

Loneliness would cease to exist

As I set my sights on heavenly high!

Ascended, but never gone.

To each his own, I hear them call.

Embrace-

Once again, I am covered in tears.

Tenderly-

You vanquish all of my fears.

Anxiety-

It’s been laid to rest.