Art and Therapy

 
There are too many poets in the world
What can I do stand out from the crowd?
Will my verse be a whisper barely heard
Or will it just be a mist amidst the clouds?

Should I shout louder or rhyme harder
When poetry has been my therapy
Will the words reach the ears of others
Capturing the moment for posterity

But it’s also been an art I try to express
Emotions poured onto paper and pen
Shaping the images from mind to lines
Trying to get it right, over and over again

Poetry has been the journal of my life’s story
The journey of evolution and creativity
A testament of my existence to the future
That today I use it as art and therapy