Growing up I thought emotions

Were to be kept down inside

Inside a growing ocean

Where they could always hide.

 

I always thought them unsightly

And rather unclean

I used to fight

To keep them unseen

 

Then I opened a poetry book

Just to see what it would say

And I didn’t know what that look

Would teach me that day.

 

As I read each poem

I began to see

Emotions throughout that tome

And what they could be

 

The poets’ emotions

Were beautiful

And all of my notions

About them were actually frightful

 

Poetry has taught

This emotion fighter

That feeling isn’t for naught

And is important for being a writer

 

So now I show how I feel

In my writing and in my life

Poetry has broken the seal

On my feelings with it’s beautiful knife