It lets us, people, to be heard When don't want to speak up Or be vulnerable and get hurt It puts our feelings to use We create some personal and new Keep it each one of them close to our heart Because they helped to keep us and our sorrows apart
Whether its love, friends or ourselves We depend on the poem to let us loose And save us from the reality called hell But not only it frees, but it helps to remember The endurance of the miraculous joy We want to relive and not to let go of it ever.
Poetry is an escape for a lot of us. It lets our hardships create something beautiful, but also it lets the memories, which we value, to be relived or encapsulated in secret code made up of words that we might only understand.