I Owe It All To Poetry

for two years i expressed misery in poetry who knew why and what had ate at me my depression deep rooted in mystery changing who i was most apparently then repressed memories started showing me mist which hid my history lifted for clarity because i wrote my feelings down my head cleared up and knots were not it was the hope behind the cloud I said with fear I'd lost the plot poetry kept me sane released the pain cleared up the brain poetry made me again