Trying To Explain

I wish I could explain how bad life has hurt me So one day I picked up a pen and starting writing poetry I didn't know I could even write Putting my pain on paper trying to word it just right At times the words come easy as the tears down my cheek Other times if feels I can't breath, much less speak But with each poem and verse I begin to fell the pain lift like a curse Oh the power of the mighty pen I'll never doubt that again Writing has help my healing begin I am finding it a lot easier to grin So I'll keep writing no matter if know one reads This is not for you its for me.