A Letter To Poetry

Dear Poetry,

Growing up I had nothing. 

No one to share my thoughts with. It was a sin to have emotions. 

I grew up cold. 

In a world so cold and brutal. 

As I went through trials and tribulations I kept it buried inside me like a dark secret. 

I was trapped. Trapped in my sorrows, trapped in my depression, just trapped. 

Until I met you. 

You taught me how to free myself. How to let go of the pain inside. 

You taught me that pain is beautiful. There’s beauty in a struggle. 

You taught me how to love myself again. How to take control of my life again. 

And for that you get all my glory. 

You’ve met a lifelong friend. And I’ll never let you go. 

Thank You, 

Poetry