Oh Why That Poetry, Oh Why

 Poetry is my release, my outlet I plug my pen into and let out the negative energy. My poetry is all me and nobody else, Me and only me alone share this world with this poetry outlet that only I know so well. I have to write, I have to cry, I have to sleep and with all the things in my life I have to do  I need to unplug, I need to release I need to breath this unproductive pain out of my body so I can move forward and grow like that butterfly I caught last week. I can see the ligth ahead no more what's next for me I  know iwill  get there  as long as I gor my pen and plug.