Poetry is Therapy

You feel something
You react
It was not what you wanted
But it was what your history said would happen
You regret, you morn
Is it all for naught?

You process
You deal with it
You write a poem
You have therapy
It is not for naught, but for life

That you processed
That you did not hide
Says that your history is your history
And your future is unwritten

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