Deep breath and wipe away a tear,
“Oh god how did I get here?”
My eyes fall over the words
And my heart feels less of the hurt.
I send my work away
And obsess about it all day,
But when I see it a few weeks later
Highlighted in the school newspaper,
My worries soar and tear me down
And feel as if about to drown.
Until I see a new email
And know my poem is not a fail,
Because someone sent me a kind thank you
Saying they felt the same way too.
And for the first time in a while
I break out into a smile,
And that’s when I truly know
That I really am not alone.
And if not for writing out my grief
I would never held this belief.
And because of writing and sharing
And feeling others truly caring,
I would still feel all the pain,
But now I can move on again.