My Poetic Release

My poetry my sweet sweet release letting me channel every thought emotions action situation without consequence or judgement. poetry saved me really it discovered me during my therapy sessions speaking to me caressing me soothing the burn of my rage it helped me slow down breathe and release all that emotion-

but someone almost ruined it for me trying to use my poetry as some sort of conviction as if im a criminal for only putting my true feelings and thoughts on the paper only they didnt understand that poetry is the reaosn im not in a casket or prison cell now because i have that outlet sure i dont share my poetry aloud im not that brave yet but one day....one day i will stand in front of a crowd and share my most intimate thing... my poetry people will see the real me that is hidden beneath this hardened battered scarred damaged shell that is barely holding its self togehter...

what does poetry mean to? me it means....LIFE