They say my poems are filled with sorrow,
and that is mostly true,
They say that my poems, though filled with emotions,
are too sad to ever be written,
They say these words should never hit the page,
that sorrow should not be shown through poetry,
and that these feelings that pain us to show anywhere else;
should never be shown in any form,
She dislikes my work,
wishing I would write happy poems,
ones that do not free me from my worst fears,
ones that do not cry for me the tears I cannot otherwise spill.
They save me from drowning,
offering a life raft on a merciless wave,
but they say they would prefer to see me drown,
in a storm of my emotions.
Where poetry will save my soul.