Poetry.. Nothing more than words

Poetry. 

Nothing more than words on a page. 

Or are they? 

Words that express so much no one else can fathom. 

A diary for the world to hear. 

A voice, a guide 

to let you know you aren't alone. 

When the pain seems endless, or my fears too frightening, 

I have my God and poetry. 

Filling words on a page, words that I didn't know were locked inside, 

Words that are desperately fighting to be heard. 

And those times when there is no one to listen, 

I can always pick up a pen and a page. 

And write all of my problems away. 

That is what poetry is to me. 

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