Poetic Remedy

People see me and they think to themselves,

“ she’s too sensitive, takes certain things way too personally.”

Always been a worrier, not gonna change now.

What can I say, I’m a Libra. We wear our hearts on our sleeves.

I write down what I feel, its how I get it out.

Put pen to paper, as a way of bringing my walls down.

Barrier around my heart, protected from any cause.

Trying to find the words to say,

“ sometimes my emotions get the best of me but, it helps with recovery.”

Friendship break-ups, discriminatory teachers, a loss of loved ones.

Whatever it took to get through the hurt.

When my heart becomes heavy, poetry has always been my remedy.

Became a sense of my own being, a form of therapy.

I guess, you could say subconscious makes a full affect on my words.

I learn from my mistakes, become a different a person.

Oh, they believe in what they see is real, not what they feel.

People see me, inner monologuing of what my eyes show.

“ she feels too much, look where that heart of hers has gotten her.”

Every time I write a verse, think of a clever line; my heart feels lighter.

Heavniess in my chest becomes at ease, as my words fill the page.