To Write is to Live

There is no rhyme or reason

No flow or scheme

The only thing is freedom

This is what poetry is to me

The dark crept into my life

A long time ago

And a long time ago

I was in the dark

Anger swept through my veins

And tears ran down my face

The safety I once felt was gone

Or was in hiding

On paper there it was

As I wrote things became clear

I was here for me

The pages I wrote were here to feel the pain

The pain of yesterday

The pain or tomorrow

And as long as I live

The pain of today

Suffering is a choice

Not one I took lightly

Poetry gave me my life

And so for the world I give back poetry.