Summertime last year
I remember nothing but rain
nothing but tears
nothing but shame

headaches
long winded text messages
and tantrums of pain

I learned that out of every terrible situation
comes that silver lining
that the wise folks talked about

poetry came flowing into my veins
my words began to create something
that was definitely better than what I could ever say

poetry began writing about heartbreak and suffering
those cliche poems of being angered with that one boy
the basic writes of "drowning" and "falling"

but poetry nursed my pain
poetry opened my eyes
cracked open my brain

into another world,
another way of thinking
into something i enjoyed at every hour of every day

I began to feel free
unconfined and confident
talented and useful

soon flowers bloomed
the rain cleared up
the clouds moved out

I began to write about the beauty in life
the beauty all around
the things people miss
the metaphors people never realized

poetry and poets have nurtured my brain
your beauty radiates throughout the world and my life
and shines through me everyday.