Poetry Plus Me Equals Learning How to Speak

Verses lines stanzas

I am bad at expressing

Writing paragraphs makes my focus weaken

But poetry I can speak.

I can use my words to express how

The wings of a butterfly compare to my sadness.

Or how love reminds me of alphabet soup.

Poetry was there when

Grandma died and I felt alone

With a poem, I had a story to be told.

A sonnet to express my love of the color of blue

And how each shade represents a new mood.

Poetry helped me cry and laugh.

It helped me relieve the troubles

That comes along with life’s breath.

Its versatile forms

For me a person who is versatile,

Poetry allowed a haiku to make sense.

And not just words that fit.

Poetry taught me to use my words.

To form words to sing like music.

If I hadn’t found poetry where would I be

But lucky for me, I found it, as it found me.