It all starts with a thought

Something you can’t get out your mouth

You can’t find the words because they are trapped

Trapped behind this poisonous tongue

That can say so many powerful things

And the thoughts become words

Words that flow onto your paper

And from these words we have lines

Which flow like the branches of a tree

These branches can take you anywhere

That’s what poetry is to me

The branches can take you high above the clouds

As these lines turn into stanzas

It’s almost like nothing can bring you down