The Real MVP

This game been there when I needed to express my emotions…

Helped my tears to flow like oceans…

Helped me laugh when I could not even crack a smirk…

Helped me relieve some stress from my chest when I was hurt…

Helped me lift myself up when I was laying in dirt…

Helped me overcome sadness when I was wiping my tears on my shirt..

Helped my heart beat normally when it was skipping a beat…

Helped me regain strength and get back on my feet…

Helped me find a reason to live when I when I wanted to put it to an end..

When I felt all alone it was there to be my friend…

This game has helped me overcome some serious pain and heartache..

Helped me mend my heart and mind after some heartbreak…

Nothing but loyalty and faithfulness from poetry…

I abandoned it numerous times but when I ask to come back it never
said no to me…

This game never got the gratitude…

It heard me vent went I had an attitude…

It dealt with my mood…

Just for me to come and go as I pleased…

There it always was in my time of need…

It dealt with my tears and helped me vent when my insides would
bleed…

This game got my blood sweat and tears…

Over a decade of years..

But never got my gratuity…

This game watch me grow like adolescent puberty…

This game is the true definition of a ride or die…

Never judged me when I would cry…

Never passed judgement when I was in a fit of rage…

It would just help me fill up the page…

With my emotions and frustration…

It would help me with directions when I had no destination.

So thank you poetry for helping me when I could not help myself…

Thank you for dealing with my shit when I only had half of health…

You are the real MVP…

Maybe not to everyone but you are to me…