I was wandering aimlessly through the desert of misery, looking for a ray of hope. I curled up at the base of a mountain of stress, defeated by reality and the weight of this world. That is where poetry found me. I was drifting through a sea of hopeless dreams looking for some form of solid earth to start my life upon. That is where poetry found me. I was falling from some unknown point, feeling every ounce of life being stripped away, but before I hit the ground, poetry caught me. I was trapped in the dark and being pressed by society and the need to be normal, but poetry gave me light. I was cold and alone, wandering the streets looking for a way to survive the year, but poetry found me. Poetry wrapped me up in a warm embrace and whispered words of hope into my soul. Poetry reached for my heart and cupped my life in it's hands. Poetry picked me up from squalor and, like a piece of clay, molded me into a new shape. My heart and soul began to float through my fingertips with grace. I felt a new life coursing through me like electricity, sending jolts through my very being. Words materialized before me in a new order and with new vigor, giving me new purpose. With poetry the world seemed to gain it's beauty and color again, I could see the energy of the world swirling and feel the warmth of love all around me. Poetry saved me and for that I am eternally grateful. However, all I can do is write to give thanks. I write of love, I write of anger, I write of war, and I write of danger. There are many things of which I can write, but with poetry, I can win this fight.