What if I had told you about every single problem I ever faced?

Explained all the trauma that haunted me all day

Kept me awake

No one would hear that

Or at least not most

So I found a new way to cope with the help of my notebook

And I let the words engross me

I was their willing host

 

I guess I could have just written a journal entry

Upon the stiff tattooed pages in which I escaped my reality

But instead I chose to write my horrors into poetry

To change the EVIL and the SUFFERING

Into a thing of pure beauty

 

I could go on and on about how I was a victim

And how when I was ten I made the decision to tell someone

How that scared little girl built up the courage inside

After the three years of fighting for her life

As that young child told that adult 

She realized that her life had no need to halt

So I chose my path all those years ago

And now...

I AM NO LONGER A VICTIM 

I AM A SURVIVOR

 

I am proud of that young girl for speaking up 

Even though she was afraid of what was to come

Or how her whole world would implode

God only knows

 

I chose who I was going to be

And how the people of this world would see me

All this before the the age of thirteen

And the only way I could have done it was through my poetry

 

If I had not had this creative outlet 

To write about my fears and how the world was cruel and unfair

Would I have ever turned life's page?

No, I wouldn't have dared

 

But thanks to the rhymes and the lines

Which create a stanza when combined

For with you I was able to make it out of victim-hood

Alive