In Many Guises

I was introduced to poetry in the everyday mentions of the topic

though it never intrigued me until quite recently. 

One of my best friends has always written,

though she never wrote poetry - just stories. 

I always just thought of it like that

though now I realize that stories are poetry and poems stories.

I never quite realized, too, that even the most banal of stories can be the most interesting of poems, 

though of course such a revelation seems obvious to many. 

Now I think about diaries and how such daily stories are a beautiful poetry

though they can often repeat the themes of life, they are perfectly unique to that writer.

I had never written until this summer, this May of 2013

though now I keep a composition notebook and a pen next to my bed and I write down everything. 

I always thought a person wrote because it was something that interested them

though now I see that I write because it helps. 

Writing gets the thoughts that cramp my  head down on paper

though now I'm learning to share these thoughts, and am learning that sharing them by writing them down is just as beautiful as sharing them aloud. 

I am not ready to share such things aloud

though at least now I know that help can come 

in many guises.