Speaking Poetry, Speaking Me

I speak it every so often,

I can feel it through my fingertips as well.

The poetry I write,

create, make an unforgettable memory of past that can relive its self but just on paper.

Only the paper can speak the truth in unhealthy matters but its a great source.

When it comes to speaking truth in a healthy way.

No yelling, no words coming out of my mouth to hit you since we dont put up walls.

No danger just words floating on paper.

It helps me escape the loss and gain the greatness.

Thats what poetry means to me.

 

 

 

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