The Fire Within

 

Poetry taught me to grow,

That opening up didn't make me weak but strong,

Strong as hell.

 

Because poetry is not calm waters

But a strong wind

Wrapping your hair around your head,

Suffocating you.

 

It is ripping your heart out and showing it to the world.

It is screaming at the top of your lungs 

With fire in your eyes

And a nuclear explosion in your veins. 

 

It is waves crashing, pulling you under

You're drowning in emotions and stories 

But you don't feel like you're dying

In-fact you're living. 

 

It is life in its’ rawest form,

Bleeding onto the earth and into the skies.

Screaming out into the universe 

Begging to be heard.

And one day I listened 

Throwing myself into the storm.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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