Poetry Changed Me

May 24, 2018

Poetry taught me beauty,

the beauty of words.

I now know the rhythm of a sentence

can speak to me,

more than a human can.

I love the way I can talk onto paper

and look at my artwork I have created.

I smile at my thoughts bleeding in ink,

that’s when I realize,

we need more of this to see the real meaning

of life.

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