Revival

violence was my medicine. But now I’ve swapped violence and the knife For writing poems about my life. Because Im sick of blood running down pavements. I Just want ink to flow across pages For Everyday i work for the worst wages, but I’m happy and content With the time I’ve have spent Reflecting in silence, Now I’m Living my life free without anymore violence. All I want now is to be left alone To enjoy the peace in my life That has fondly grown, Express the love in my heart That I’ve never shown. through the words I write in my poetry For paper is my church And the pen is my purgatory, It offers me a safe place and a sense of security. While allowing me the strength to begin my revival. like the paintings and portraits of Picasso , There too, is art in my survival.