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

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