I once was a girl
who was completely brokenhearted
from bullies, to boys, to a broken home.
But with a pen and paper and a much needed quiet room
there was relief.
I could write how I felt,
or how others felt.
I could write about the things I saw,
and the terrible things I wish I could unsee.
Poetry helped me find a voice
and sometimes even a friend,
people who related and some who didn't.
Having a voice and using it to write how I feel
helped stitch my heart back together.