An Unexpected Understanding
Poetry
Not for me
The word brings to mind
English class
Hated that
A torture every time
I’d write the words they’d want me to
To find meaning was something I had to do
But somewhere through that time
I found peace between the lines
And now I see
The hidden beauty
Of a word
Of a phrase
Of a line
Now I believe
They speak to me
Like a song
With a tune
And a rhyme
And not every poem
Is so horrible
Not every part
Is unbearable
'Cause there's a chance that poetry
Might possibly be for me
This poem is about:
Me