A Poem for Poetry
When no-one heard my cries for help,
Poetry released me.
When the cold of a razor against my soft skin called,
Poetry saved me.
Poetry has no rules,
Poetry has a freedom I cannot express elsewhere.
Poetry saved me.
When I was lonelier than the first leaf of Fall,
Poetry was my companion.
While I walked home alone,
Poetry was my friend.
Poetry that showcases how I feel,
Poems that drip and ooze with description.
Poetry is my megaphone.
I can write of glowing mountains,
With a poem.
I can describe tumbling emotions,
Within a poem.
Poetry tells a story,
Poetry is like an ever-changing song.
Poetry is my love.
Do not weep for me,
For I have poetry.
Do not worry for my sanity,
For poetry keeps me true.
I live a life of poetry,
A life of beauty expressed.
A life of poetry.
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