Who would I be without poetry?
My thoughts and feelings cannot be set free.
Chaos and fear,
would not disappear.

Without poetry
how can I escape reality?
And enter a dream
as peaceful as a stream.

How would I be without poetry?
Unwell and filled with misery.
Diseased,
if its existence would ceased.

How would I mend my heart
if it was torn apart?
There won’t be a cure
for feelings that are unsure.

How could I see the beauty in me
if it wasn’t for poetry?
Who would I be
without poetry?