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poetry is my respite from the days
  when i wish to claw my heart out and have it flayed
when it Loves, comes bursting from my chest
     breaking my ribs with all the power it can taste
from lips as sweet as honey
from aches and days when its not funny

how it calms my anger that wants to lash out
   scream at the skies for what had gone south
tolerated broken promise after broken promise
     tells me that injustice was served and i need to act out

but i am soothed by the reality that i have come
   from the violence of my youth
to the serenity that i find in truth
   there isnt a way to heal all the broken pieces

-all i can do is learn to let go