Poetry

In my darkest times and during my deepest struggles,

I choose poetry.

When poverty strikes and hunger makes my belly rumble,

I choose poetry.

Come rain, come sunshine

Both in my happiest moments and when I need to mask misery in a bottle of red wine,

I still choose poetry.

Because,

On the days that I let the devil feed me lies,

And I prayed for quicker ways to die,

It was only in poetry that I found the courage to write myself back to life.

Love,
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