How I started poetry

When I was a young boy, 

I was taught that words could do magical things.

They could cure broken dreams,

Heal smashed hearts, 

Or stop the tears of a crying man.

I was taught,

That words are powerful.

That if used wrong, 

They could injure everyone.

I was taught to write,

To bring joy to others,

Those with misfortunes,

Those with troubles,

Those who cry.

I started to write.

To help those in pain,

To bring smiles to their faces, 

To bring the rainbow after their storms.

Ever since a friend passed,

I've written till my hands hurt,

Till I couldn't hold a pencil no more.

Since then I've taken an oath,

To keep everyone I meet:

Smiling and happy.