I Owe It All To Poetry
for two years i expressed misery in poetry
who knew why and what had ate at me
my depression deep rooted in mystery
changing who i was most apparently
then repressed memories started showing me
mist which hid my history lifted for clarity
because i wrote my feelings down
my head cleared up and knots were not
it was the hope behind the cloud
I said with fear I'd lost the plot
poetry kept me sane
released the pain
cleared up the brain
poetry made me again
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