Power to the Pen
This poem is on poetry.
People, places, purposes,
through these my writing flourishes
and becomes a piece of me.
This poem is on poetry.
I cannot help but notice
everybody losing focus
on what it truly means to be.
Be alive!
Hear your thoughts.
When you’re finding yourself lost,
I hope before you cry, you’ll first
sit at your desk and write a verse.
For this inevitable emotion,
causes turbulence, commotion,
turning gentle seas inside of me
to impassioned crashing oceans.
But through these feelings, I upheld,
and that how we find ourselves.
This poem is on poetry.
It forces you to think.
So all your problems, pain, and puzzlement
will leave your mind
with ink.