Ever since I was a kid , I didnt live like one..
At the age of " don't remember " and " too young to understand " , my mom would leave me in this place called home where it's supposed to be safe and sweet, and say " when your grandparents get here, tell them I left 5 minutes ago. " And you know the saying " mother knows best " but she didn't tell me that the thing coming home sometimes was like world war 3, as loud as fireworks where you can't tell. If they're just gunshots from down the street.. this was my safe, sweet, home.. until I got taken away.. them taking me was like pulling me into the deep end of the pool not caring if I could swim.. they didn't just take me and threw me into the pool, they put these weights on me, one called depression and the other anxiety , but how can I tell ?? "Self diagnosis" is just people that want attention when in reality everyone around thinks " I'm just being difficult" as if I need an excuse .. they weights are as heavy as the world and I just keep sinking.. I made it.. I didn't sink , I swam , and swam.. as soon as I stopped swimming my cousin did, and I felt like it too but three years later I didn't give in to the current now I'm 16.. and feeling this way again, and to those reading.. this is my letter to you because what inspired me is how many other poets feel how I felt, this is my letter to my choir as if they'll read this because in all honesty, we barely have enough energy to read music notes.. this letter is to power poetry and how I read others poems in comfort because they swam just like I did. This letter is to you who needs to read, who needs to laugh, who needs a shoulder, this letter is to those who need assurance that you do something in life because you did, you inspired to keep living and I thank you.