Poetry is an art, which puts you in a third demention
Similar to painting, or other crafts, too many to mention.

It allows you to focus on the here and the now,
It blocks out other thoughts, and lets in those you allow.

Just searching for words that rhyme, but still make some sense,
Is the art of poetry, in past, present or whatever tense.

Jabber my dear; Can poetry heal, you ask?
Yes, it’s a way to your soul, it’s a pleasure, not a task.

So just pick out a theme, and let your feelings just flow,
See your words bloom like flowers, that you have sowed.