Dark and Light: Poetry's Saving Grace

Through darkness and gloom

    I had one saving grace.

The words I wrote

    Shined bright light on my face.

I struggled through

    A bought of depression

Brought upon by someone

    I thought had better intentions.

I wrote and wrote

    Words spilling across the page.

A release I greatly needed,

    Something that still could age.

At a young age I grew up.

    My parents worked a lot

So I tried to find distraction

    But realized that happiness couldn't be bought.

So again I turned to writing,

    The thing that helped so much.

Nothing else could help

    Not even a loving touch.

Through poetry I speak,

    Through poetry I hear.

A love I will not give up

    A love I now hold dear.