My Best Friend, Poetry..
My best friend, Poetry
Understands me
As a little girl I kept everything
Bottled inside like a lioness protecting her young.
I would breakdown and cry
Or even blow up on the people close to me
Until I met,
My best friend, Poetry.
When I met Poetry,
It was like seeing the light at the end of a tunnel.
Hope.
Love.
Understanding.
Comfort.
Poetry leaves no judgments.
But lets me express myself in a safe environment
Finding Poetry made me a better me.
I have you to thank
My best friend, Poetry.
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