If poetry was a person
I would tell her the truth
I will tell her about the nightmares and the sleepless nights
I will tell her about the moments of numbness and plethora of emotions rushing through me all at once
I would tell her about the euphoric happiness that would last for blink and then the prolonged melancholic tears
I would tell her about the messy, chaotic and damaged soul I am and maybe, just maybe somebody will finally start to see my cry for help.
I won't be invincible anymore.