Before I ever read a Walt Whitman piece,
I had spent my entire life with my eyes sealed shut.
I did not know of the vibrant hues the words on a page could produce
nor did I know of the powerful feelings they would bring me.
I could not see the heart that bled its true feelings on the page
or feel the teardrops soak into it.
When I read To a Stranger. the blindfold that had covered my eyes for so long
was finally lifted.
I could finally see all of the colors born from the page,
could feel the emotion run though me.
I found myself craving more.
So I basked in the rays of poetry.
I read all I could read and decided I wanted to create my own magic.
Wanted to put my heart on the page for others to see, to feel,
so that one day, I too shall open the eyes of someone the way mine were.
And that someone will be inspired to open the eyes of another.