Power of Poetry
Poetry says more than a thousand words
It’s capture your heart and soul
Connecting people through words
It tells the story of love, loss
The relationships between family and friends
The emotions of life and death.
It gives you the ability to walk
And the eyes to see
Poetry allows you to experience
The lives of people like you and me
It gives hope to the hopeless
It provides strength through hard times
A good poem is telling your life,
The situation at hand and pouring
Everything until the reader understands
Poetry can bind people together
And can provide comfort to the writer.
For me, poetry is the only way
I can say who I am, and how I feel.
I can tell my story for all who wants to hear
It has taught me that I am never alone
That life is not to be fought by yourself
That people are always willing to listen
It has taught me how to share my story
That life can always be worst but it depends on you
The hidden message of poetry is
Always in how it shaped your heart
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kyrahdames
Picture me as a twisted string
Coiled and troubled by many contradictions this world brings
Suffered with defeat by my disability
My heart splits in two as I allow the outside world yank me into a different direction
Attempting loss of hope within my dark soul
Confused as ever, more tangled from when I started
I stepped in a place of peer pressure
More pressured to the point of a more chaotic bundle
the fragile string matches with my sanity as each day passes by
As I am left there waiting for a person to unravel me
I experience the dark ages of my life because no one takes me seriously
The humanity this world continues to tell youths their value in this world,
however many of them seems to forget to practice these words
They want us to become more confident within ourselves
But like a string they expect us to lower our value with their superiority
As a string becomes fully knotted, its worth is lost
Its use is forgotten and thrown away
I let the negatives of Autism take over my mindset
I let people treat as if I am second class
I forgot my self worth, my value, my honor to the world
A string is always overlooked because no one values its worth
It is used and crumbled and thrown away because it is always available for use
However just like anything created in this planet, a string faces the lowest hours
However unlike me, a string won’t break
A string continues to keep its strength.
In my case, my string break and I allowed my struggles to spiral the way to the right path
As of my mother who was left in that same situation way before my time
However a soul who lost their way before
Found his way and glued us individually as one
Although my stepfather helped us keep us together in one
It wasn’t his job to unravel our bundle
Although it took a while to heal, we struggled to untangle the pain and past within
Our father, not by blood, but by heart, guide us the way to untie the knots
As we start to unravel the sufferance, it became easier to get back on track
Although we come in different shapes, color and sizes, we accept the beauty of each strings
And like a string, we branch out to help other knotted in strings in need.