That Poem

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.