MSD and Poetry
Poetry saved me.
Letters across a sheet
Formulating into words,
Evaluating an issue that is quite absurd.
No other way to express the pain,
Of my friends and teachers
Taken by a gunman who was mentally insane.
Reading poems of love
On Valentine’s Day,
Then writing about taking guns away.
Writing poetry to share my story,
To voice my feelings
About a day so gory.
Sinking further into the deep water
Poetry rescued me,
It gave me a rope to hold onto from the dark, blue sea.
I expressed the change needed today,
Of new safety measures
That should never be a delay
I continue to write
Into my escape from reality,
Declaring my beliefs of needed morality.
A new passion grew within me,
Involving powerful rhymes
As you can see.
A gunman so crazy
Committing acts of terror and perpetrating tragedy,
My mind was filled with constant agony.
Late at night I typed away,
Poems and poems
Becoming dreams needless to say.
Inspired by the thoughts
Written on my computer,
Developed into action to stop future shooters.
Organizing the Parkland March for Our Lives,
Following my own words
Allowing children’s voices to rise.
Poetry gave me an outlet,
A place to solve a major issue,
When it was difficult to have someone available to speak to.
Sharing my poems to friends and family sparked a light,
That was ignited
By the fire in my words of fight.
Poetry saved me.