My first poem,
the highlight of my night ,
I remember it to this day full of delight,
I was about 10 then my poetry lay dormant again.
the middle before the middle,
happy on the outside while dying in the middle.
I wrote a broken poem,
and recieved an award,
I wrote about how I made my mask and how it won't fall to the floor.
I was broken,
yet and still poems of all things kept me still.
I wrote my anger seethed in my rage,
all people heard was the scratch on the page.
This is how my poetry was made.
I broke even further and couldn't resist the pen on paper I came to miss,
I became a poet because I couldn't resist.
The power of my pen could speak more than my mouth ,
Which was forced silent by the promise, no help.
I wrote the truth and the truth wrote me straight into .........me
I write because when I couldn't talk it screamed for me,
I write because when I couldn't fight it killed for me,
I write because when I braced the edge of fear it feared not,
I write because when I couldn't cry it made an ocean for me.
I'm not normal, nor am I average but still poetry made it seem like a novelty
some thing to celebrate you see poetry saved me.
So I am a poet, and I'm not afraid to show it, because the scars gained it gave people a reason to rember MY name.
My name is me and poetry.