Looking back at it now,

 I do not know how or when I began to write,

 During that time it was as if I was stuck at a red light,

Until poetry turned the light green,

So it seems.

It was a regular day,

When I wrote to say the things I could not say.

I was busy with school

Feeling trapped in a whirlpool,

Frustrated and alone,

I broke the wishbone,

I began to let go.

As each word was written, something began to feel aglow

It was as if I could feel my heart soar,

Like an open door.

As the words in the poem began to form,

I realized I had unleashed a firestorm

Yes! A storm of passion on a page,

A war was just waged.

I can’t turn back now,

I don’t know how.

Inspired by the Raven who only spoke “nevermore”

I let the words roar.

When the words began to yell,

 One by one the bricks on my shoulder’s fell,

Until there was nothing left but a spark,

A spark that would not be left in the dark,

Something was unleashed inside me,

I felt free.

On that day,

When I wrote to say the things I could not say

 

Words Spoke!