A Poem For Me

I write so that my heart can survive
I know that only poetry can revive.

There are things I can't tell anyone
They think I'm silly or just having fun.

Writing keeps my sanity, helps me stay right
Helping me not to give up without a fight.

Like, a sorry is more than an emotion
When hello becomes a goodbye, a teary solution.

Maybe my heart is made up of glass
Too fragile to face life's tough class.

Grief is a bruise that pain cannot control
I'll try to wear a band-aide on my soul.

This poem looks for the right lines, words
To convey all of the emotions stirred.

I still feel short on what I have to say
I think, I still found a way to, anyway.

Maybe, this is not a poem at all
Just my keyboard going for a spin , to sprawl.