I Am Here Today
The house, dark--locked doors
behind which secrets floated.
My emotions were like
poisonto me and all others.
Weak, debased,
I turned to a place
where no one judged;
my words were my own.
I had a voice.
Building, stacking,
I buried the words beneathmiles and miles
of encrypted files
my family couldn't hope to reach:
and there I told,
tales of darkness
of suicide
of hopelessness
But I am here today
to look back and say
"I made it,
and, cheesy as it sounds,
poetry helped
a whole damn lot."
This poem is about:
Me
My family