Survivor
My gift.
My voice.
A melody.
A tune.
A sound.
Which then became
Words recited rapidly
And rhythmically.
I soon discovered
It was a form
Of p-o-e-t-r-y.
Yes, poetry.
Spoken word.
My token,
To freedom
And self- expression.
With poetry,
I’ve learned a valuable lesson.
I am only one body.
One mind.
One soul.
I can only carry and hold
So much.
And each night,
I pray
I hope
I could cope
And recover from
All this misery
I once suffered.
From all these
Nightmares
That made me
Start to wonder.
All the break ups
That put me through hell
All the times
I’ve felt as if
I was drowning
And trying to gasp
For air.
Let me tell you!
Poetry was the only one
That stayed by my side.
The only one who
Made me felt alive.
The only one
Who taught me
To release everything
That I’ve held inside.
Cause if I don’t!
It will only make me
Weaker
Not stronger.
I have to give a round of applause to
My creative juices
That have been running
Through my blood and veins
For so long.
Thanks to poetry,
AKA my H20
My necessity.
My ride or die.
I was able to survive
This roller coaster
I once called
My life.