And when I write words on a piece of paper it’s like blood is spills from my heart

 

Ebony ink transforms an immaculate sheet into written art

 

That lay submerged in my core, hidden from eyes and ears

 

No one saw the battles raging in my head or the tears

 

My anger and sadness was kept within, repressed over time

 

And over the years I discovered a way to express my emotions, I rhyme

 

                             Words together and create couplets, sonnets, and ghazals too

 

Sometimes a blank verse or prose to help me get through

 

Those dark days and yet joy bleeds from my heart as well

 

Poems of happy thoughts that crossed my mind and made my heart swell

 

Poetry allowed me to express my darkest secrets and things

 

I pent up since I was a young, it’s worth more to me than jewels, rings,

 

Or all the riches the world can offer you, it does not have a price

 

When it comes to allowing feelings to break free nothing else can suffice

 

This is what poetry means to me: it has allowed me to share

 

My feelings, it gave me another way to express myself, nothing can compare