Poetry saved me

I couldn’t keep it together

I almost lost it

I was burnt out

So exhausted

The tears flowed like a faucet

Bruised and battered from the gauntlet

I was looking for an outlet

I started writing and I found it

Now my words are a fountain

Keeps me focused and keeps my grounded

I can move mountains

But I am not on top yet

At times I get upset

Feet don’t fail me now

Universe guide my steps


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