Catharsis

Instead of eraser to wrist

I put pencil to paper,

And out spilled the words

My lips failed to even whisper.

The monsterous demons that filled my brain

Flowed through my pencil and painted a scene.

I separated my depression from who I am

The way a poet decisively separates the words of a slam.

With every poem,

Every line,

Every word,

I learned "Depression does not define this girl!"

No    I am more than the scene my words painted 

Because it is not me, but the page, that will remain tainted.