Have I not lived?

I go where my feet lead,

Aimless in my wandering.

Have I not lived?

I do what is instructed of me,

Mindless in my actions.

Have I not lived?

My directions lead me to the pages of black and white,

Where words are strung delicately together.

Have I not lived?

The letters web thier way to my mind,

Creating vibrant images, intense emotions, and new thoughts.

Have I not lived?

These thoughts brought my aimless wandering to a stop.

They muted the instructions that dictated my actions.

Have I not lived?

Poetry opened my eyes to a new way of life,

Showing me the beauty and value of every part of our world.

Have I not lived? 

I experienced liberation from the mundane,

And broke from the mold to gain personal originality.

Poetry has consumed my lifestyle.

It has showed me that indeed, I had not lived.