Life As I knew It
Life as I knew it was not fair
I was thrown from here to there.
Never knowing where I might sleep
My poetry was all I had to keep.
I would write for days upon end
The words that flowed slowly started to make my heart mend.
The more I wrote the more problems faded away
Poetry taught me I can carve my own way.
Poetry honestly saved my life
For I was about to take it away with a knife.
Until that night I layed it down for a pen
From then on there never was an end.
I honestly owe my life to poetry
It taught me how to live, to love, to just sit and ponder life up in a tree.
No one ever knew how rough my life got
But no matter what happens my thoughts and poems i will forever jot.
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