I Owe my Heart to Poetry

There are times when my heart was bleeding 

I never knew where to find my peace 

I felt like I wasn’t seen 

I felt like I could barely breathe 

The way people saw me like I wasn’t even there 

Like the words I spoke didn’t matter 

Misplaced breath 

Misplaced air 

People said things that were a waste 

He said, she said was never important to me 

I was always quiet 

Always listening 

Waiting to find words holding a bit of meaning

I found my cross within poetry

My guiding light 

My hopeful verse 

There is freedom in the truth of it

Words sparking hope within my soul

They became my preacher

Showed me where I was always meant to go

I was once lost with no place for me

I once thought no one could understand my dreams 

But this poetry saved my life

The people shouting into a void 

Found my ears 

Gave me my life

I finally have my solidarity

People who understand my words 

Who celebrate me for me

Poets are preachers to my very soul 

They gave me a purpose 

I am no longer invisible

Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoyed this poem. Let me know your thoughts, I would love to hear what you all think. 

-Till next time!