Understanding,
Care,
Love,
Belonging,
Trust.
Things which I barely
ever got.
Yet, as I held my pen,
It became my sword.
A sword that pierced
into souls.
The pen in my hands
and the words written on paper
taught me how to understand.
The more I wrote,
the more I understood.
I then got myself a friend.
Lovingly holding my hand,
she looked into my eyes
and smiled a smile I was born to feel.
A friend I loved more than I loved myself.
A friend that caressed me when I cried.
A friend that gave me an escape
from this mad, mad world.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoetryIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
