Poetry Begets Change
Poetry has been
my friend,
my parent,
my haven.
a place where I could
laugh
cry
vent
express myself.
Over four years,
my life has had
ups
downs
friendships
relationships
breakups
make-ups
forgiveness.
Poetry was there
I’ve learned life can be messy
everything isn’t always perfect.
But,
whether it’s dark and gloomy
or bright and exciting,
whether there are rhymes
or just bursts of thought,
whether it’s your masterpiece
or just a scrap of paper tossed aside.
Poetry will be there
To help you grow
Just like it helped me.
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