Your Explanation, Sir

What’s poetry?

Your insides gurgling up to your mouth.

Your emotions pressing themselves

Against the blown glass

That is your heart.

Knowing that the glass is fragile,

But showing themselves to everyone looking.

Ready for an escape.

An urge,

Because a rush of your thoughts

Are standing next to each other.

Finally finding the right pattern and words

To piece together something-

That no one will understand completely.

Abstract.

A story thought up.

Not by your mind,

But by your sub-conscience affected by

Your senses.

Your mood.

A way to communicate to people.

To mutter about a subject

That hasn’t yet been introduced to the conversation.

A way to stick yourself into a situation

That only you know how to depart from.

And the end,

Is proud.

Accomplished.

Personified.

Defined.

Un-muted.

Alive.