When no-one heard my cries for help,Poetry released me.When the cold of a razor against my soft skin called,Poetry saved me.Poetry has no rules,Poetry has a freedom I cannot express elsewhere.Poetry saved me.  When I was lonelier than the first leaf of Fall,Poetry was my companion.While I walked home alone,Poetry was my friend.Poetry that showcases how I feel,Poems that drip and ooze with description.Poetry is my megaphone.  I can write of glowing mountains,With a poem.I can describe tumbling emotions,Within a poem.Poetry tells a story,Poetry is like an ever-changing song.Poetry is my love.  Do not weep for me,For I have poetry.Do not worry for my sanity,For poetry keeps me true.I live a life of poetry,A life of beauty expressed.A life of poetry.