Poetry Becomes Me

Young me was not much to see,

until I discovered poetry.

The sweet words taught me similes and metaphors galore.

Most poems I read, to others seemed like folklore.

The rhymes and rhythms spoke to my soul.

So I asked myself,

"How come I hadn't realized this before."

With quill, ink, and parchment I wrote,

every sound, symbol, and note.

Years pass by and different inspirations I spy.

 Although, none compare to the first:

Edgar Allan Poe's, "The Raven."

His dark and old words kept me craving, almost raging for more.

Then deeper in I went to explore.

When I emerged I felt renewed.

Gifts to make people happy or sad,

were no longer subdued.