When I discovered poetry

It felt like color had touched my saddened soul and

words wrapped around my brain for understanding

while the meanings floated straight to my heart.

Poetry hit me like a slap to my face

and now I am a moth to a flame.

Poetry tripped me

because I stumbled at our first meeting.

Confusing yet powerful, 

gray and shallow

but bright and fulfilling.

Now I look for deeper meanings.

I can not be who I am without poetry.

Poetry takes my heart and loves it,

caress it, make it weep or skip a beat.

I will read poetry, love it, and write it,

until the end of everything.