It Is
Poetry is therapeutic
I lower my pen to paper
And I don't have to pay one hundred-forty dollars for temporary peace of mind
Tears released
Breath finally caught
I am whole
It is memory
The bad
Sobs of the depressed
Habits of the anxious
Thoughts of the suicidal
It is also the good
Laughter with friends
Late night car rides
Dancing to your favorite song
It is life
It captures the very essence of everything around it
Civil rights
Religion
Birth control
That bitchy neighbor
And your dysfunctional family
It is us
This poem is about:
Me
Our world