Like many people I write for comfort,

To pen my only hopes and dreams,

So that they are never lost,

I write to share my visions,

My thoughts, and my opinions,

So that I never forget them,

My poems and my writings,

Contain my very essence,

And allow me to look back,

Far into my past,

To see how I have grown,

Poetry is a blessed art,

A way of self-expression,

 And fulfillment of the soul,

To aide communication

Of ideas, dreams, and limitations,

To those that understand and share my ambitions,

Without it I would be silent,

Unable to speak my mind,

Like an animal in the city,

A sitting duck for accusations,

Not even my actions working for my side,

But Poetry, yes, poetry,

Allows me to assert myself,

In ways of which I never would have imagined,

So thanks to my friends,

My love for poetry will never end,

And for the rest of my life,

I can finally have a voice.