If life were only poetry, 

I would write my life away.

    Avoiding the constant struggle, 

When hardships stop to "play".

    If life were but simplicity, 

A constant epiphany i would vow. 

    Letting the lacey wings liberate me.

   From poetry and it concious avow. 

     With the writing I weild. The words ink my soul.

       Etching across my essence. 

    I am whole. 

       There is nothing else to fathom, 

    Nothing else to fear.

     For poetry holds the keys to the soul. 

    Unlocking it when it's most dear.