Where would i be without a pencil and paper, a thought or a rhyme? Where would i be without emotion? Where would i be without poetry? How would i express my life to others without a map of guidance? Poetry, to explain a story with passion and fear, to get something out you would never have the courage to do in a regular story, my poetry has a feeling. A fear of joy and time. Each word with a unique meaning. Poetry so close to compare as a bright star, its light leading me out of the darkness and in to a new beginning. Where would i be without emotion, and chills, for only poetry can bring me to tears, the stories so passionate and true. Where would i be without poetry? A dimension of confusion. Where would i be?