Poetry

Words,

Dear Poetry,

 let me tell you of all the things I thank you for.

The voice that I hide,

I share that with you so loudly, so loudly.

Every word that runs softly off my lips,

Onto a page,

From my mind.

Is a reflection of who I am inside.

I write so that I can feel, and dream, and love.

I write so that who I am, or want to be,

Can be presented in the only way I know how.

Words,

I read them, and they aren’t all just words.

Every syllable is me.

Dear self,

I keep writing so that I can love, and dream,

And be myself.

Words,

Every word has helped me find something inside myself.

Every tear that I dropped on a page, but it never tore,

The erased words still left behind,

The fear, the ease, the longing,

Poetry,

Helped me find something inside myself,

These words, these pages, tell me that I am

Beautiful.

Poetry, tells me that I can

Love.

Words,

I made words, that turned into poetry,

And turned into honesty,

And turned into love,

And turned into the very think I thank poetry for.

I made words, that are so sweet,

I made words that mean something, I made poetry,

I made,

Me.