Tiffany Diaz Poet I do not know?

Remedy

I never realized words, they were my remedy
From adolescent years, on a pen and paper flowing
Once I had a notebook, disappeared without me knowing
Scared of the world, finding out what I was doing

Written scars matching, the ones close to my veins
Many pages that were torn, so many tears cried in vain

Turning wet pages, I tore up quite a few
When it got so real, To God I pleaded to

Feeling unanswered, questioning our Holy Master
In the mist of my depression, I could hear the Devils laughter

Finding my reflection, I knew I had it in me
Looking at the lessons, this life was giving to me
Taking it upon myself, Those things I began changing
Being motivated by a life, In meeting my first baby

Leaving it to my strength, I got up and tried again
Looking down at my wrist, I began to repent
Picking up a Pen and Paper, with my thoughts time spent
Gaining strength as my ink bled, The Devil was Hella bent
Giving it all to the Lord, For this gift thats Heaven sent
Till this day transforming, those things I do not regret

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