Release

Ever been angry,

and wanted to scream?

Ever needed to laugh,

but can't find a meme?

 

Ever been depressed,

and needed solace?

How about confused, 

and need confidence?

 

Poetry does that,

irons out your bumps.

It takes a cleaver to your anger,

And rescues the walls from your lumps.

 

For me, it's a release.

For when life gets too complex.

As my schedule refuses to ease,

I find a pen and pencil are slow to vex.

 

Often, I quickly find,

my emotions show through my prose.

Thankfully, may hand is more kind

than the words my mouth may pose.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741