Why I Write

It was the 9^th grade

Some called it puppy love

But attention I did not pay

For I thought that I was above

All of the others

Smarter than most

Though hiding under the covers

When I thought I saw a ghost

Like many other relationships

This one did end

I found myself in bed eating potato chips

Over and over again

I could not escape that feeling

Of deception, depression; my heart set ablaze

Nothing I did brought healing

But everything I did brought pain

It seemed to be endless;

My body was drown

In a river of sadness

Nowhere to be found

It seemed that for my heart

There was no mend

Then I discovered the art

Of paper and pen

My feelings bled out of the pen

The paper was the gauze

That’s how my actions came to mend

My broken heart filled with the hurt that was

Writing gives me power

Writing gets me praise

Writing every hour

Makes my heart want to celebrate

So that’s why I write

Written out in length

My poetry gives me light

And my pen gives me strength