Poem to a loved one I wrote.
The love exploded on paper from the ink.
Feelings withheld released.
The unknown came to life.
Smart used to never characterize me.
Then she lit my life up.
I never realized she would be there to be my lifejacket.
She gave me the sign.
The time I started to write was because of her.
Separated and hurt, we both are.
I wrote to her for a closure.
A need for a response.
That's when realized I had a talent.
I was good. Great even.
So words became ink,
and thoughts became real.
The thoughts to me are precious.
I felt freedom from a cell.
I felt release from my mind.
That is what poetry means to me.