An open letter to the words that race around my head

The words jump off of the page and 

leaps into the abyss of my brain.

The twist of each stanza,

the sway of each rhyme.

Everytime she's read she has has a new meaning.

10 year old me dreaded her awaited company

11 year old me hated the right and wrong to her analytics

12 year old me saw her like a monster

untill,

13 year old me needed her the most

Poetry has twisted my mind in ways unheard of 

she has grabed my timid hand 

she's guided me along my journey 

AND MOST OF ALL,

she has allways been there for me

Anxiety hit my ninth grade year

poetry was there to catch me

when I fell with no one behind me 

poetry found a way to break through shackles and embrace me

When I was wounded and not ready to push on

poetry's words,

in their confusing manner

held me up and bandaged those wounds

Like a roadrunner she kept me from the black hole

and she allowed me to wrinkle my time

Poetry I love you 

please never leave me