As I awoke and sat up in a room with only bare white walls, I thought I was all alone
Until I turned to scan the space and Poetry was standing in the corner
Poetry has a way of showing up unexpectedly, uninvited,
When I would have otherwise been by myself
But was too afraid to be.
When I wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how,
When I wanted to be heard but was too scared to open my mouth
When I wanted to make art but wasn’t sure what kind
When I wanted to paint a picture but didn’t want the mess it leaves behind.
Poetry is a life vest thrown just as the water opens its mouth to swallow you whole
And being the only passenger on this sinking ship every time takes a toll.
I jump overboard willingly sometimes, testing my luck.
I’m always waiting, always expecting to be saved
And Poetry hasn’t let me down yet