Keys
Through the words flowing from this pen,
almost seamlessly it feels,
I have discovered what lies in the deepest corners of my mind,
things I never imagined I could touch.
People have always told me,
“you’re stronger than you think,”
but I never believed it until I could get it out on paper.
All these poems have taught me that, yes,
the battle I’m fighting is long and hard,
life has no days off,
but everything I was so desperately searching for
to help me win this battle
was already inside me,
locked inside the crevices of my brain.
Poetry gave me the keys
to unlock doors I didn’t know existed,
until the words I wrote took my hand
and led me to the doorsteps.
When I finally pushed the doors open,
the sunlight was blinding.
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