So before I even knew
I was writing poetry
It still feels very new
But it was always in me
I remember writing
Whenever I was down
Instead of crying
When I was alone
I'd write my feelings
And it brought healing
I cried tears of ink
Bleeding over pages
My pain I wanna thank
Flowing through my veins
Are the rhymes of old
Through the pouring rain
It has turned to gold
©lenni-x
L