Each tear
Is a word
Each trail they take
A sentence
Each heart throb
A stanza
Each choked cry
A metaphor
Each shaky breath
Parallelism
And each breakdown
A work of art
A poem to explain my pain,
my struggles, my fears, my tragedies
I mold my most darkest thoughts
Of my death, of my shame, of my shortcomings,
into beautiful lines and stanzas.
See,
I turned my pain into poetry,
sadness into stories,
despair, and loneliness into books
I take the depths of my soul
into creations
no one can take away
not even if you tried
My pain is my poetry.
My poetry is my pain.
One and the same.
accept or reject,
I don’t care.
