A poem about writing poem

Once upon a time In a world full of rhyme I made a poem With the jumbled word of mine I walk on a thin path Only with grief and warth I tumbled and fell Sometimes in hole or Sometimes in hell No light to be seen The poem was thin Since I lost so many vocabulary When I fought the demon of memory I walked, rested and then walked again I got lost so many times in this mind game Hopeful about my own creation of line string I felt like birthing the spring Flower warth on my head As I joyfully read The poetry I created With my heart instead sukanya