Sanity
Finding ways to get things through
Allowing them to finally be true
An expression of fear and doubt
Being able to let things out
Creating a work of art
From a rough start
I was set free
And allowed to be me
Allowed to continue a path
And survive the aftermath
It was a sense of hope and tranquility
Poetry, to me, is my sanity.
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