What is poetry?

Poetry is the words

The words I can't say

The words I just don't speak

They won't come out

But the paper and pen

They see the words

The ink will stain my skin

The way the words

They stain my heart

They stain my soul

They are my entire being

Sometimes my laptop screen

Sees the words I type

Fingers fly across the keyboard

Quick to jot everything down

Miss spelled words

Incoherent thoughts

Jumbled sentences

It was that one poem

It started it all

One poem became another one

They didn't stop after

They come naturally

The words speak so clearly

Everything makes sense

Even if only for a second

This is poetry

 

 

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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