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.