Poetry Is My Therapist

 
I tell you all my secrets
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
 
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
 
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
 
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clearer view
 
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next
I have only one spiritual quest
To be so vulnerably honest
 
With my pen