When I was about 14 years old in the midst of my traumas and teenage tantrums I discovered that I could put it all down on paper in rhyme. Over the years I built up a collection of many poems about love, sadness, disappointment, pain and the list goes on. Several months ago this poetry collection fell into my hands whilst I was looking for something else in my garage. A thought crept into my mind, 'I wonder if I could still write these words of rhyme?' It had been quite some years since I had last written a poem but I gave it a keen shot anyway. When I put that pen down to paper the rhymes were just spilling, and I still don't know from where. The inspiration was coming from all my previous life experiences and my state of mind at the time. This spilled ink became my therapy and this passion became the opening of another door for me. I was rebuilding my strength when I found poetry again and I haven't been able to put my pen down since, its become almo