The Voice Of Hope
Poetry has taught me that I have a voice.
And that if I want to suffer in silence, that is my choice.
It has taught me that everyone is like a walking puzzle piece.
If we all speak up, we can be complete.
I used to have fear about all my sorrows.
I never wanted them to be secondhanded.
So my pain was hidden below the surface, and there I wallowed-
in my own disappointment
But when I found spoken word,
when I found power in a ballpoint pen
I found myself in the creases of every sheet of paper I've threw away.
I found hope and I was no longer afraid.
And I found diversity and outside sources in poetry-
that reminded me that the world is much bigger than my small town.
That all the pain I see around me doesn't mean it has to follow me around.
Now I know I can't run away from my problems, but I have a new perspective.
I can live in so many places in so many ways.
I can turn my luck like a journal's blank page.
It's magical how one descision and some motivation-
can impact your future and how you view living.
Poetry taught me, most of all, that there's hope.
There's another day tomorrow-
And I can write today's pain away-
Instead of drowning in my sorrow