What It Does to Me
A way of expressing my thoughts
without getting caught
A way of taking my anger
and letting it rot.
A way of soaring above the world
while letting happiness unfurl.
Poetry isn't a hobby; in reality,
it's more like a part of me.
A me that is beautiful
and sings with a pure soul,
and dances on clouds
and wears beads of gold.
A way of taking flight in the middle of the night...
That is why I write, in a fight for my life.