So I write

My words are my treasure. Treasured like Black Beard's last coin, I keep them hidden. Hidden with my words are the emotions behind them. I've made a map so only few can find them. Poetry is my way of expression. Expressing joy, anger, or depression. Pressed into each line I make, is the soul of a story. Poetry is my freedom, to say what I can't say. To dream what I can't dream. Dreams become reality when I write. So I write, day or night...