poetry didn't save my life
didn't make me a better person
didn't get me a job
raise or promotion
poetry was just a language
The language of my emotion
it was just a way to communicate
with my edges
dance recklessly in the corner
with partners that weren't altogether
composed
poetry didn't save my life
it asked where I wanted to go
how far, how deep
then took me there
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