The World to Me

Poetry means

Expressing myself by any means

My words are gold

My imagination isn’t scorned

I talk without words

Yet I’m heard when I’m hurt

When I’m hurting I write some words

And then poetry means that I can splurge

The urge to allow these words to flow- for these words to spout

By any means necessary

I can even pout

Or write about a drought

In poetry no one is judged,

Uplifted and uprooted

Love lies in poetry,

Pain lies inside of me

Hurt resonates in my mind you see

Seeing my pain is a part of me

Accepting some change is the world to me

Growing pains drag me down and the only way to let them out

Is through poetry