When I was broke from within

My heart started bleeding

The pain spread all around

I was completely severely wound

My closed ones came to my rescue

Nothing could be done by those few

Then came my saviors, paper, and pen

Paper wrapped my heart, pen soaked up all the pain

Out of pain a bunch of words came

With rhyme and rhythm in them

Poetry was called

It made me look for a new life forward

And it did quench my thirsty aim

I'm glad this poetry gave me a new name