Many answers, a person can choose.

One not often chosen, the answer to my questions is.

Poetry is the illusion I needed in my reality.

 

Believe me, when I said that, did you?

Or not, whether you did, I do not care,

It does not matter.

 

Proof, I do not need.

Unlimited power, my poetry gives me.

My hollowed mind now has a chance.

 

To me the light I desired, it gave.

To me in a dark time, it came.

It is my silver lining.

 

Heavy with anxiety, my mind was.

Where to look, I needed an escape and did not know.

I had empty journals in need of a purpose.

 

So many tricks, as a writer I only had.

Difficult, expressing myself in a meaningful way, it was.

I needed something new.

 

A different way to communicate, poetry provides.

Held to a higher standard in a poem than in an ordinary sentence, words are.

Poetry grabs attention by the heart.

 

Many tricks, as a poet I have.

Many meanings, my thoughts can have.

The endless possibilities captivated me.

 

On a new day, when the sun rises, in the mind inspiration rises.

Almost 40 thoughts a minute, some people have.

Poetry captures these thoughts with astounding clarity.

 

A treatment for this addiction, there is not.

Not afraid because of that, I am.

Never before has my mind been so free.

 

At peace, I will always feel.