What Poetry Means to Me

Paper and ink become one, 

Smudging my heart across the page.

Emotion and power leak from my pen,

Vulnerability surging through my soul.

This art form brings forth the best in me,

Creating a world where I am the author. 

When I am invisible to the passing times, 

My words are there to bring me back to reality.

Through the hard times and good memories,

Poetry lent a helping hand.

When the flowers bloomed for that boy in my heart,

My words were there when I was speechless.

When my walls tore down and the storm swept me up,

My soul found refuge in the ink scrawled across the pages.

Through the light and through the dark,

This friend is my saving grace. 


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