Once, when I was younger
I've read a poem
it was a sad poem
full of darkness and pain.
I spend mornings and nights
analyzing its meaning.
I read it over and over again
trying to understand the metaphors
behind each of its words.
Most of the time reading it made me cry and cringe
as if everything in my chest wanted to
burst.
I told them I had my asthma
But the truth is,
every time I close my eyes
I’m drowning in its lines and stanzas.
It took me six years to realize that
the poem
is a blessing.
I never fully understood its content
but somehow between its dark poetic
devices
I found the courage
to grow up
and continue loving
amidst all pain.
