Power of Poetry

by Cswanson1999

July 7, 2018

Poetry says more than a thousand words

It’s capture your heart and soul

Connecting people through words

It tells the story of love, loss

The relationships between family and friends

The emotions of life and death.

It gives you the ability to walk

And the eyes to see

Poetry allows you to experience

The lives of people like you and me

It gives hope to the hopeless

It provides strength through hard times

A good poem is telling your life,

The situation at hand and pouring

Everything until the reader understands

Poetry can bind people together

And can provide comfort to the writer.

For me, poetry is the only way

I can say who I am, and how I feel.

I can tell my story for all who wants to hear

It has taught me that I am never alone

That life is not to be fought by yourself

That people are always willing to listen

It has taught me how to share my story

That life can always be worst but it depends on you

The hidden message of poetry is

Always in how it shaped your heart

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kyrahdamesJul 8, 2018

Picture me as a twisted stringCoiled and troubled by many contradictions this world bringsSuffered with defeat by my disabilityMy heart splits in two as I allow the outside world yank me into a different directionAttempting loss of hope within my dark soulConfused as ever, more tangled from when I startedI stepped in a place of peer pressureMore pressured to the point of a more chaotic bundlethe fragile string matches with my sanity as each day passes byAs I am left there waiting for a person to unravel meI experience the dark ages of my life because no one takes me seriouslyThe humanity this world continues to tell youths their value in this world, however many of them seems to forget to practice these wordsThey want us to become more confident within ourselves But like a string they expect us to lower our value with their superiorityAs a string becomes fully knotted, its worth is lostIts use is forgotten and thrown awayI let the negatives of Autism take over my mindset I let people treat as if I am second classI forgot my self worth, my value, my honor to the worldA string is always overlooked because no one values its worthIt is used and crumbled and thrown away because it is always available for useHowever just like anything created in this planet, a string faces the lowest hours However unlike me, a string won’t breakA string continues to keep its strength.In my case, my string break and I allowed my struggles to spiral the way to the right pathAs of my mother who was left in that same situation way before my timeHowever a soul who lost their way beforeFound his way and glued us individually as oneAlthough my stepfather helped us keep us together in oneIt wasn’t his job to unravel our bundleAlthough it took a while to heal, we struggled to untangle the pain and past withinOur father, not by blood, but by heart, guide us the way to untie the knotsAs we start to unravel the sufferance, it became easier to get back on trackAlthough we come in different shapes, color and sizes, we accept the beauty of each stringsAnd like a string, we branch out to help other knotted in strings in need.