Ode to my poems.

I look back through the years
Papers of tears, written emotions, pages of smears.
Reflects my life, burnt into my soul
Helps me move on, retreives my goal
See where I was, just months ago
Look at me now, look what I know
I have come a long way
Through pleasure and pain
I'll encounter more, again and again
At least I have these to follow me around
They remind me of my past, my hidden underground
I'll turn to these, when i'm in need
I'll learn from these, when I bleed
Ode to my poems.