Poetry Has the Power to Change
Filled with all these emotions
Just swimming around inside my head
One day I picked up my pen
Released all my confusion and transgressions
Found a way out
A way to feel more alive
To spark a curiosity and new intensity
Filled with wild, raging passion inside of me
Releasing emotions in a way I never knew I could before
Yeah, I'd always known what poetry was
But I never thought much of it.
Not until I gave it a chance.
Not until I became one with it.
Not until I saw the help and unity it brought me.
Made me peaceful.
Helped me cope with my past.
Poetry saved me.
Without it,
Who knows how long I would last?
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