Before 10th grade, poetry wasn’t my thing

I’ve convinced myself I couldn’t write poems

Except for roses are red, violets are blue

Studying creative writing showed me

It opened my mind to what I could write

Short stories

Poems

Scripts

My first poem bled emotion

To put everything I’d been feeling on paper

It brought on a rush of relief

The more poems I wrote

The more alive I felt

Then words just pouring out of me

Everyone has their own understanding of poetry

Their own reason for why people write poetry

But to me

Poetry is just a complicated story

Almost like a riddle

A riddle that expresses our complicated inner selves

Perhaps even a not-so-simple way to express our true feelings

My poetry story

Though seemingly vague

Who am I kidding?

Poems are vague

My poetry story is all too true

And it continues on

To this very moment