It’s an outlet, a catalyst of momentum

A guiding hand for the first wavering step

A hope where this is no other, a freshly planted seed

A beginning, an end, and everything in between

 

It’s not always kind

Sometimes it’s an ugly, horrible outburst

But it’s ok, if that what you feel –

No, what you think you are

 

It may be ugly and it may be hard

But there is good

And there hope is planted

Poetry is a seedling of hope

 

It may be bright and it may make you laugh

And that’s okay too, because it’ll remind

You’ll look at it and smile and see

That not everything is composed of misery

 

Poetry is a seedling of hope,

A desperate plea for new beginnings

Written from good times and bad

Written from steady hands and not

 

I find myself writing everyday

But poetry, it saved my life

Poetry, when there was no one,

Reminded me that there is still a seed