Poetry Got Me Through The Day

A blank sheet, a new start

A perfect way to part.

A poem seems like words at first

But when you start the thirst for more burst.

When death strikes, it seems like there is no hope

But with words we can cope.

Poetry has come into my life

The way a knife pierces in the body.

I was drowning before poetry entered

But I was mentored

And I was censored.

Yet no longer will these poems be hidden

I will yell the words of my poems unbidden.

And poetry brings this world,

My world,

It has been furled.

With death knocking on my family door I could only think a poem can help solve my problems

With cancer knocking on my aunt’s door I can only seem to sink to the bottom.

Yet this poem helps me get out of the slumps

Helps me reach outside of the stumps.

Poetry has helped through the power of surviving

And I will keep arriving

Keep on driving

Through this thing called life.