Oz

Life, can really break shoulders with the weight it bears.

No one is ready for the trials that they face in life.

Poetry is the aid to a wound that has been tickled with salt.

It is the warmed sung lullaby that an orphan child yearns for.

I was as lost as Tom Hanks, 

with no output to put my stacked up like a brick house anger.

Poetry was the only thing that could lead me to peace.

Poetry is my yellow brick road,

and I am the Dorothy,

that no one was expecting.