I realized what I use poetry for now;
it’s a confession.
feelings and thoughts that I cannot let escape from my mouth
drips out of my brain as my fingers move faster than I can think
it allows the things I cannot bear to say to people come out onto paper
and give me closure from people that I cannot ask for closure from
so I thank the pages
for holding my thoughts
and turning my tears into ink
you have protected my sorrow
accepted my grief
fueled my love
and allowed my healing to have a home