The one place I cannot be judged.
The only time my emotions feel in touch.
Poetry stands by me when I choose not to communicate much.
Life is difficult. Life is dark.
I am never quite able to make my mark.
No friends or family can understand my sorrow.
Happiness is just a facade I borrow.
But when my thoughts began to swirl,
and my imagination forms words,
I cannot help but rhyme
to pass by my alone time.
When I write it brings me joy.
What others do not see becomes apparent to me.
I see a light deep in my conscience.
My intellect yearning to pursue my passion.
Or sometimes I even choose to fantasize,
explore a world I do not need to abide by.
I walk on rivers and slide down rainbows.
Poetry exposes the light as well as the dark,
two things that feel so apart.
When I return back to reality
I've already discovered my true path.
And that makes me bold, confident, and strong.
I can only hope no one does me wrong.