All I Can Do

No one ever told me

about poetry.

The way the words create,

shifting and changing

their meaning with

every reading.

Giving emotion, beauty,

and symmetry

with every line.

Equal parts pain,

happiness, and words

ripped from the bosom

of their writer.

And with every stanza

a different feeling,

welling up inside me,

begging to break free.

But I cannot let that

emotion go

so easily.

All I can do is

try

to give it to you

and hope 

you feel it, too.