Poetry: My Identity
Poetry: My Identity
When I was broke from within
My heart started bleeding
The pain spread all around
I was completely severely wound
My closed ones came to my rescue
Nothing could be done by those few
Then came my saviors, paper, and pen
Paper wrapped my heart, pen soaked up all the pain
Out of pain a bunch of words came
With rhyme and rhythm in them
Poetry was called
It made me look for a new life forward
And it did quench my thirsty aim
I'm glad this poetry gave me a new name