Poetry..to me.

Poetry. It's the breath of life through the expression

of the words i choose with the intention to touch man's soul.

Poetry saved my life. Poetry takes me on a journey to the parts of my brain I didn't know existed.

A fire escape I like to think it, when it seems all is over and your on the verge of being engulfed by the very flame you ignited.

I've asked myself many times why do i write, and why do I sing.

I came across the conclusion that what I write just might save someone else's life,

in the midst of a depression i found refuge in a certain choice of words i put on paper,

chosen and brought to life not by what i thought, but soley on what i felt. 

When you put that pen to the paper all of the chains and shackles holding you back all of a sudden vanish into thin air, and you're free.

Free to express, free to define yourself,

Free to be in control of your own small world we call the human  mind.

Poetry gives me a place to go when there's no other. Poetry takes me to the moon and back.

Like a dream.