Poetry to Me
Having no one to talk to, I wrote to myself;
writing down my feelings and thoughts,
went through half of my life thinking that
me writing was a scape goat, but then I
found out it had a name, POETRY.
Poetry to me is my own world, where
everything goes my way; there are no
people, just my words and me, my words
they are a freedom beyond belief, within
myself, the world, and my mind, POETRY.
Poetry to me is a friend that listens to my
problems, solves them and even helps
me; it is my own thoughts, telling me how
to feel, what to recognize with my eyes
and thoughts, that is POETRY.
But, as a friend of poetry, it is important
that I feed her my thoughts, for it lives
off of it, without thoughts, feelings, and
mindsets.... there would be no poetry;
for my internal thoughts are poetry, my
message; but, I am the poet , the
interpreter of my thoughts.
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