The Power of Poetry

When life gets too heavy

and my thoughts get in the way

I turn to my paper and pen.

As the ink flows onto the paper of my notebook

my frustrations are released

in the form of something beautiful.

Words.

Words that will make you smile.

Words that will make you cry.

Words that help me to preserve someone forever

as I heal from what died on the inside.

Through my words I vent

and through my vents I work

in an endless cycle of creativity

-of falling apart -

and piecing myself back together again.

Soft and steady is my hand

as it guides my pen across the paper

in loops and swirls

in a passionate and eloquent dance of Cursive.

Sometimes my head pounds.

Sometimes I cry

and the tears smudge what I’ve written.

Sometimes I smile like a fool.

In the end,

I look back at it and title it.

I write the date at the top

and then,

it is done.

Something old turned into something new.

Memories and experiences into poetry;

the love child of my heart and my head.

My work.

My art.

My soul.

All encompassed between the silent pages of my journal

that scream a story that has never been told.

A story of love,

of loss,

of boredom

and of excitement.

Poetry has taught me more

than the secret to lasting sanity.

It has taught me life.