One day they told me I couldn’t,
that writing wasn’t for me,
that poetry was something strange.
I listened to that soul,
that noble soul,
because I admired them
more than my younger self.
Today, I write with feeling,
with my heart in my hand,
seeking answers.
I do it to heal you,
so I can heal myself.
I criticize society,
stereotypes,
and structures that define us.
Poetry came that afternoon
when I described the sweet face
of that young girl.
Poetry came
when that relationship ended.
After giving everything
and having nothing left,
I said, “I just wanted you to love me.”
I would tell you I write poetry,
but they are spells
for the soul.
They impose fears on us
that are not our own.
Where you see darkness,
where you see shadows,
that is where you must go,
and there you will find yourself.
Be strong,
keep going,
not everyone wants to see you shine.
You are great,
you are immense.
Release your light,
illuminate yourself, and illuminate the world.
