My Salvation

Freedom of expression isn't something everyone has

Writing the way we can is a privilege

We can read it and write and learn from the best

Poe, Shakespeare, Frost

All just the tip of the metaphorical iceberg

Poetry showed me the horror of the human brain

The whimsical romance between two teens

And the changing of the seasons in just one day

No matter how far you go the poets will never leave

Legacies live on

Urging me to still breathe

Poetry taught me how to live

When there were time I didn't want to

I learned to laugh and to cry

Experiencing life for what it is and what what it will be

Poetry is my salvation

It was there for me in my time of need

This poem is about: 
Me

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