Poetry(From Struggles to Triumph)

To help me deal with all the stress When my life was a gory mess And the emotions I had I could no longer suppress I relied on my hunger for success I would go hungry for days on end Wondering when my suffering would end When would I get a helping hand And get my heart on the mend I would suddenly fly off in a fit of a rage And it would be said I'm struggling with the stage Of which people deal with at my age Like I'm held prisoner in an iron-steel cage Then I met a man who knew my dad When I told him about the problems I had He gave me a pen and a writing pad And told me to write on it everything that made me sad Hoping and wishing for better days That the sun will once again shine on my face And that I'll find warmth where my head I lay I let my dreams carry me to that peaceful and special place I'm happy now because I've found a better way Of shifting, selecting and choosing what I do or say I've made a decision and by it I will stay I'll stick to it until my hair turns gray And six feet on the ground I finally lay