Since the beginning of my teenage years, I was a glass cup under a constant running tap-I was constantly overflowing with emotions.
I found immediate relief when the release of words, that swarmed my head like bees, were typed across a page in a permanent ink.
My invasions species of thoughts were being contained in a new cage.
When my words found the page, everything started to make sense.
The dull buzz of insects ceased to plague my mind.
In those moments I found serendipity.
I knew peace.
And in the end, I grasped a new world I had designed with only my head, heart, and hands.
With every new piece, a sense of surety rushed through my body and rattled my bones that being alive was the right choice to fight for.
When I was drowning in tears,
When I was suffocating under the weight of my own thoughts,
Poetry threw a lifeline into a treacherous sea and taught me to survive.