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.
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