Astonishing enough
Power to the fist
Power to defeat
Power to challenge
Vested in a pen, a pencil, a feather was the power to plaster my emotions
Doesn’t sound too strong but let me fill you in on a secret
It is
It is
The power of plastering your emotions on paper and seeing them in real life
Can be eye opening, revealing to say the least
To depression covering my skin like tar to waking up like Sleeping Beauty
I was transmogrifying slowly
Into someone bigger and stronger
Poetry was that outlet
My friend and therapist
It was me
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