Art comes in many forms,
With our hands we paint,
With our voice we sing
With our imagination, We create things,
But the most expressive form of art to me,
Is written in stanzas with ink.
Poetry is the fire within being released,
Poetry is breaking down your walls to show what's hidden within,
Poetry is the blood I spill without holding a gun, but yet a pen,
Poetry is my outlet,
Poetry is my friend.
So you ask,
What does Poetry mean to me?
For a split second in this broken world,
That I am free.