Poetry....... a simple yet inquisitive word, filled to the brim with intrapersonal meaning

A space where my soul, emotions, and humanity have important meetings 

Worldly troubles cease to cloud my vision, as i go under the knife

for soul revision 

In this place, i am safe, safe to write all i dare not say, anywhere else but in this place

There, on a white, lined piece of paper lie my dreams, imagination, and emotions

mutteled with ink

Encapsuled is my spirit and the entitiy of all my being

Meaning, my words, oh my words, are more than just a configuration of

alphebetic letters

But hold my story all together

My dear friend poetry knows me wholly