Poetry is love, poetry is life,

Poetry has helped me through much of my strife.

I always can write, never can stop.

It makes my heart skip and hop.

There’s something so beautiful, so simple, so bright;

Even in the dark, a rhyme can give light.

And dark my life has been. Though young I am,

I have dealt with things so hard, so sad.

My mother passed when I was twelve,

The day after Christmas, no songs from elves.

I went through teen-hood, not knowing how,

But I am here, I’m strong now.

I think part of my strength, however small,

Came from poetry, mine and all.

I wrote to help me on my way through,

I wrote to soothe me, and, hopefully, you.

I can’t remember what all I’ve written,

It’s disappeared, like a childhood mitten.

Poetry is in my heart, never to leave,

And it will help others, and definitely me.