Poetry

I was never the best at poetry

when I was younger I hated it 

Yet, I kept trying, trying to make metaphors of my life

but the page was left empty as I sat with zero inspiration

the only way poetry made me feel better 

was watching my best friend write his 

Everytine his life fell apart, he would put his feelings together back on the page 

Filling his journal full of heartbreak, loss, and anger left him feeling better

 And that is when I learned it does not matter what the words say

 but that the words allow the emotions to leave the bay of his heart 

and allow healing.