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Did You Ever Wonder or Did You Forget?

Poetry.

 

One simple word,

Yet it could change your life.

 

That poem that hits you,

Right when you felt you couldn't be any more

Numb.

 

The one that shocks you back to

Life.

 

Maybe the sensitive side comes out.

Maybe you found a poem that

Shows a soul in distress.

 

Maybe you wrote that poem.

Someone else found it.

Saved you.

 

Who knows?

 

Did you ever wonder

Who it was that saved you?

Did you forget that it wasn't just you

That changed your soul?

 

Usernames hide identities,

So who could ever know

The real name of the soul that saved them.

 

I know it's happened for me.

People I can't thank enough.

For pulling me out of a blackhole,

A.K.A. Life as w know it.

 

"We" being those who cut.

"We" being those who smoke.

"We" being those who drink.

"we" being those lost in an

Endless. Downward. Spiral.

 

Because "we" see the world as it is.

A pit of problems with no bridge across.

 

The only bridge for the aforementioned "we" is poetry.

 

Writing poems in hope that someone will read it and save us.

Wondering all the while if anyone even cares.

Does the world care

 

Whether planned or not.

 

Have my words,

unspoken, but rather written,

ever saved some

Helpless soul

Wandering without a path?

 

Life is an endless journey,

Poetry is a shortcut,

Towards happiness galore.

 

Life is full of thorns.

Poetry is a beautiful field,

Full of flowers, but few thorns.

 

I can't say there won't be thorns,

Life has to have it's way sometimes.

But I can say I will be there for you,

Likewise with poetry.

 

If life gets too hard,

turn away from

The blade,

The pipe,

The bottle or can,

Take my hand,

We will make it together.

 

I may not be too good at voicing my thoughts,

But I mean well.

Some things cannot be said,

Even if they ought to be.

 

When your vase full of life flowers is drooping and wilted,

Come with me,

Find a new one.

 

In the end all that matters is how you spent

Hours upon hours.

Suffer,

Survive,

Thrive?

 

Poetry will make you bloom,

Then you can take that power and lead others.

 

Just never forget how you got to that place.

And never forget me and

How I taught you to listen to the words of

Souls that are never uttered.

 

Never forget the old you,

But don't stay that same person.

The past is the past, find your future.

 

 

Follow me.

Find poetry.

Change your mind.

Change your outlook.

Become a new, better, you.

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Apr 23, 2012
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