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Poetry
It saves me every time
I am drowning in my words
Pulls me up
Pumps my heart
While forcing air through me
It refuses to let me go
It doesn’t understand how much
It has given true meaning to my life
I can churn the letters to formulate words
And use them to produce sentences that
Dance off my fingertips
Arranging themselves into a language which
Hijacks the senses
Filling it with vivid imagery
The results often surprise me
With it, I am fully immersed in an experience that is so absorbing
That It smacks me out of my self to a point where
Healing hemorrhages out of me
And in the process, I am able to shed off many layers of skin
that leaves my mind clean
A blank slate for
More words to populate
So they can be released before I retract
Out of reflex
When fear begins to suffocate me again
