Found
Before I learned the power of the pen I was messed up more than anyone could understand
I always felt like the victim of my own imagination without an escape from my twisted mentality
Reality was a joke I really didn’t find funny
I had nowhere to go so there was no point in running
That’s when I decided to go away for good
So I proceeded to tell the world my good byes and as I confessed on paper my secrets masked my lies I felt a burden rise
There was a feeling of relief inside of me as the blood rushed to my hands I begun to feel free
My whole body exhaled a sigh of relief as I unleashed all my grief and anxiety
The fog of madness that was spreading inside my head was beginning to clear up at the very moment I longed to drop dead
Funny how that pen and paper became my lifeline when I thought I was writing my last line
Who knew the sweet melody of poetry would be enough to sustain me for a lifetime
So every night I clasp my hands and thank the God above not for allowing me to find poetry but in my darkest hour allowing poetry to find me