I am Poetry
Poetry is nothing
but words that are meant to match the flow of my heart...my history
See it doesn’t need to make sense.
Do your feelings always make sense?
What is sense?
My heart and mind are pulled apart then forcibly mashed together
And me, being a youngin’, emulating Icarus
have always flown too close to the sun
And my heart has melted.
Poetry like the wind bellowing itself through Icarus’s feathers
Acted as my sealant fusing my the remains of it into who am I am now
Hi
But aren’t I being honest?
I hope I’m being honest
This is the only form of communication that keeps me honest
and unfiltered
Poetry has taught me to speak, to form word ,and trust in them
Its keep me honest because there is no way for my sadness to go
So I reflect
I feel
I cry
And then I smile
It’s interesting how poetry works
I do not have to say a single detail about my life
And yet someone will feel for me
whatever emotion that maybe
within these words
I can say everything...without saying everything
Poetry can become therapy
No one can judge what I claim to be my truth
Poetry taught me to do more than fill the void but heal it