Power to the fist 

Power to defeat 

Power to challenge 

Vested in a pen, a pencil, a feather was the power to plaster my emotions 

Doesn’t sound too strong but let me fill you in on a secret 

It is

It is

The power of plastering your emotions on paper and seeing them in real life

Can be eye opening, revealing to say the least 

To depression covering my skin like tar to waking up like Sleeping Beauty 

I was transmogrifying slowly 

Into someone bigger and stronger

Poetry was that outlet

My friend and therapist 

It was me