Dear Poetry

Dear poetry, 

Thank you for everything.

For every summer, winter, fall, and every spring. 

You brought me peace and gave me place.

I’ve gone and won at competitions,

at which before I couldn’t show my face.

You gave me confidence,

and at first you were an escape.

Now you have become so much more,

and for me have changed shape.

I see you in a new form, your true form

meant to give freedom to create.

And to encourage unity, instead of spreading hate.

Allow me elaborate, I’ve found something great,

a thing which some berate,

because they choose to see reality

in a different kind of way from me. 

Then they take from me,

self doubt awakes in me,

I hold it in and pretend to be a fake me.

Then at last no one will have the chance to have mistaken me.

Endure painstakingly, emotions breaking me,

but thanks to you I began to see the best in me.

The world is testing me,

but there’s no will to rest in me.

I want to inspire others to be the best they can be. 

So thank you poetry, for being there for me.

And helping me gain some confidence and reducing my anxiety.

Thanks to you I can show others how they inspire me,

light a fire in me.

And I can share to World the truth of social sobriety. 

To not be drunk on compliancy and sit and watch silently.

And instead of judging looks we can share our personality.

One thing we all have is mortality,

though some might say humility,

those being people who have the ability, and agility, to avoid a vain insanity. 

Poetry, once more I thank you for teaching me

that I have a voice and can use it.

Instead of being so afraid of everyone and everything

because I felt like I was losing it.

I’m still figuring out my own personal mentality,

still learning how to cope with mental illness and reality.

But now I finally, know that it’s not just me,

and that if I can be an aid to others I should be. 

P.S. - you are much more than just an escape to me.