Poetry Is My Therapy

Poetry is like the stitches for all my open wounds

Its the therapy I could never actually attend 

Its the guard rail on the ledge 

Its the drawer that hides all the sharp things 

Its not just poetry 

Its a secret language only the bruised will understand 

Using similes and metaphors to describe the worlds greatest problems 

A Natural remedy for the blues

Making poetry exist from soil 

Expressing yourself in a way of grace and power 

Showing the people the power of words

The power of your voice 

The desire to be heard 

Poetry will heal your slit wrists 

And the raw skin on your neck 

That was once worn only by ropes

Poetry will evaporate the blood you have smudged on every page of your diary

To remind you that everything beautiful had a consequence

Poetry is preventing my dangerous thoughts from taking over me

And turning into actions 

Preventing me from smearing my blood on an empty canvas and calling it a masterpiece

Its not just poetry  

Its the gravitational force that holds me down, no matter how hard I try to evaporate

It was poetry that made me realize that loving someone else is taking all the love I could never give myself and putting it to good use 

Poetry will not heal me 

Will not wipe my slate of a body clean 

I will always be a woman of wounds 

Of rope-marked neck 

And melted skin 

Love will not heal me 

But it will hold my hand if I ever decide to heal myself