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.