Poetry is My Recovery

My life has been fairly easy Besides living with a mom who doesn't love me Depending on Food Stamps for our next meal Can't buy necessities without a good deal My dad works all hours to make ends meet While my mom is out running the streets My parents have separated 2 times before At any given time his stuff was thrown out the door My friendships have never lasted long I thought she meant it but I was wrong Cancer couldn't resist leaving its mark in my life Last May the strongest woman I've ever known died Shortly after that I found relief in a knife Three times I tried to take my own life Only by the grace of God was I saved I still don't know why even to this day It has been a tedious road to recovery I found a traveling companion in poetry Sometimes I still get the urges to cut I can't always resist them but As long as I have a pencil in my hand The enemy can be sifted away like sand