The Poetry Part of Me

A Poem for All

What do I do when I cannot see the light?
When the glisten of hope fails to shine bright?
When I find a dead end in the dead of the night?
Do I give in to worry or nightmares and fright?
When the life of the future is so far from sight,
I sit down, let tears fall, and begin to write.

I pour out my feelings onto a page,
I take up the key and free my heart from its cage,
I empty my soul of its darkness and rage,
For pain is an ill that far transcends age,
So when I start to compare and to gage,
I pick up a pencil and start setting the stage.

When the people I love forget I exist,
When the world writes me off as a name on a list,
When I think of the children who will never be kissed,
When I fight to turn my hand from the blade to a fist,
When I ask if I died if I'd even be missed,
Thoughts of this poem will always persist.

As life goes on, I hurt through each year.
Help tries to surface as "friendships" appear,
Words of hope, cries of, "I'll be right here!"
I drown in a sea made of my every tear.
While I swim away from the monster named fear.
But with each word that I've written this truth becomes clear.

No one can stand all the pressure alone,
Life's far too hard to survive on your own,
So, when nothing is certain or set in stone,
I let the world see into the unknown,
No matter my years, whether youth or a crone,
I'll pen a world that has never been shown.

So when you read this poem, if a tear comes to your eye,
You sit alone in hopelessness and simply want to cry,
If you think of the stories of each day you'd rather die,
Ponder my answer before your goodbye
We're in this together you and I,
Think about this poem and then remember why.

Write the world a story, full of pain and grace,
Sign it with your name and display it with your face,
Fill up the blankest pages, leave no empty space,
Relinquish your heart, slow not your pace,
Write it all in permanence so no man can erase,
So even when the world is gone, you have left your trace.