This one time
There was this one time,
a Long time ago,
or maybe just yesterday,
it feels like This one time
Would be forever, here to stay.
Well, anyway, This one time
It was so deep and dark.
I thought that, this one time, would destroy what was my heart.
But then, there was another time,
These words just flowed thropugh my head.
And over and over , As i lay in my bed,
They pestered me and sang to me,
Until I rose, instead.
And I found this one pen, this one time, And I wrote down those words.
And those words became poetry and that poetry was my saving grace.
All that I cried over, all that i scratched upon, I turned into words that turned into songs.
And As I breathed those words, this one time,
I felt like I could write my way out of this one time in my life.
So I wrote .
And I wrote.
I filled up a binder of words full of sorrow and rage until,
this one time,
I ran out of words.
And I was ok.