Have you ever just sat down and wondered,
Was it an escape from the harsh reality:
Pain demanding to be felt
The loss of your loved ones
The painful memories of the mistakes you’ve made
The dad you never knew
Watching the love of your life in the arms of another
Could words on a paper make you feel any less alone then you feel now?
Can someone else’s view of the world change yours?
Is this poet any more different than you or I?
They keep saying you’ll be fine
But we all know that’s a lie
I chose poetry to vanquish my demons
To confess my mistakes and then pardon them
Preserve the memories of my loved ones
Embrace the love once lost, because the heartbreak is nothing compared to the love itself
I chose poetry to give pain a rain check
Do not wear tragedies as shackles, wear them like armor
I will overcome the pain that so holds me down
Why poetry? This is why.