Poem: I started to read

I started to read
And the words that I read where the ones that I wrote when I was sixteen
And because they were my own words I was able to read between the lines
And look into my mind of 10 years ago
And all that rage anger and pain Ill probably never let go
Ever since 10 I had a lot of pain pent up in my heart
I never knew where to start but once the pen touched the paper the words seemed to bleed
So I kept on writing because I wanted the blood to run dry
It must have been my tears coming out of my pen because I didn’t want to cry
My emotions had no other way out but the pen
I would scream and shout but no one would listen
I would ask for help but no one would listen
I would talk to the sky but it never gave me a reply
So the words would fall back on my head like rain
After that I had no choice but to choke and hide my pain
After that not only the pages but my soul started to bleed
And this is what those words told me when I started to read
So I compared it to my latest poem and didn’t see any growth
My words got fancier my lines got heavier but the pain was still the same
I was still talking to myself, with myself about myself because I wanted to help myself
Appreciate myself and not hate myself just hug myself
So I continued to read
I picked up Langston Hughes because I found his blues complementing my own
After reading his words I didn’t feel so alone
It was like he was sitting next to me
Talking to me, explaining to me how to carry on and move on
Took me under his wing all the while rhyming and telling me
That if my soul has grown deep like the rivers, let it flow
Don’t let no one in the world tell you no
Because people will always try to stop you from things they couldn’t achieve
Hold you in the same failure as them but you can always leave
And I was inspired so I kept on reading
I picked up Maya Angelou and the words she threw
Rang true, I loved the grace of her style as she all the while
Talked to me about my past, and how I can move past it
How I can forgive but not forget, I always knew the concept
But never applied it, I had to much hate in my heart and never knew where to start
As it had it hands on my mind and tried to rip it apart
She put her hands on my knuckles and told me
Nobody but nobody can make it out here alone
And now I was intrigued so I kept on reading
Until I hit Dante, I stopped and had to say wow
He took me to hell and back , he made the sky turn black
Magic oozed from his thoughts as his told his story
If life is a joke then he truly created a divine comedy
Opened my mind’s eye allowed me to die and return
So then I figured it was my turn
So I continued to read
And I read Shakespeare and he took me into a whole different world
Because that is what words are the gates to another world
And I have been blessed with the gift of writing
So every letter and sentence I’m reciting could be the prelude to whatever I wish
I have created galaxies, and destroyed planets
I have illustrated landscapes and gave stars habits
I have created life’s and destroyed marriages
I rewrote history and crushed averages
I made 7 into 11, and extracted angels from heaven
I made wars get fought with words instead of guns
I cooled down and froze a millions suns
I made mothers commit adultery
I created world peace, and made all gossip cease
I gave people the power to create their ideal partner
I travelled to the moon and had a drink on mars
I have slept on clouds and created my own gods
I created all this and I got inspired by reading
So I kept on reading until I felt it was my time to write

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Poem: I started to read