A poem is me
A poem is me
It is a reflection of who I am
Who I have come to be
I just hope that all can see
It is the stamp
Of approval
That all my feelings can be placed
On a single paper
Without having to ask for permission
It is my individualism
I set the boundaries
No one can set them for me
So I breathe through my words
Because when it comes to poetry
It’s the only way that I can
And it has become my wings
No one to judge me
I can save some and share others
But the poems that I keep to heart
Will stay with me forever
I can pull that lever
Of freedom, spirituality
Is what fills my heart
And mind
It’s something I will never try to hide
I will strive until the end
So that everyone sees me
In every poem I write
Because it’s what’s inside the words that counts
My emotions fill every word
So when they are spoken
There is a golden token
To fill every single persons heart,
It is not only my happiness
But others that also breathe in my poetry
It can be like medicine to the soul
But you will never know
Until you try to grasp onto my words
It really does work
Books of poems written every day
In order to fill the lungs of poetry readers
How can you explain???
The way these words change the inside
So then the outside can reflect what it just read?
It has become a test for me
In order to see where my limit is set
But I will not regret
Pushing through that limit
Because my imagination is filled with ideas
New stories of heartbreaks, and dark days
But not only the negative but the positive to
Because when it comes to poetry
I am willing to make it new
Even if I have to sing my poem
It’s still considered poetry
No single person will fill me with doubt
Because if they’re not in
Oh well I will never be out
So read the descriptive words
Imagine every single verse
The story behind my poetry
Tell me if I deserve
To have this freedom
When it comes to it
Poetry is my art
The white paper is my canvas
And the words my paint
I know looking at it may drive you insane
I will let everyone unravel
Every piece of art work
Even though it may get harder
Learn to use you heart and
Understanding
So then you too can also breathe
Like me
So then you can see the sun set magnificently
With its colors rushing through the sky
So your eyes will keep glued until the night
Take it in and breathe it out
So the rest can feel it
Because I feel it through my veins
These words feel just right
I will fight
For what is mine
Because this who I am
I am the poem and it is me
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