From the treetops of the NYC

To the sandy platform of Coney Island beach

Poetry is a refuge that can be reached

For the heavy hearted that has no one to preach

About the calming relief it gives when the skies turn grey

Or the times where I bow my head in dismay.

When my back has gone out

Poetry plays the role of a crutch

When I feel like life is becoming too much.

A great friend indeed

Yet only called when in need.

I administer my feelings into its thick skin like a drug.

In return I feel more loved

Poetry, the button I call release.

When pressed my problems become peace.

A reflection of me

Sometimes, my imagination finds its way in between.

But at the end of the day,

Poetry is in the bed I lay

Poetry is in the food I eat

Whether or not it is crusty, sugary, and sweet.

Poetry is in each and every name

For each letter has a meaning.

Poetry lives in us all,

Regardless of how much you rise or fall.

There will always be that rhythmic flow

For poetry comes and never goes.

What to me does poetry bring?

Creates me as if I was a bird and gives me wings

Let me soar until everything lives below

But has more places for me to go.

I am poetry and poetry is me.

We make up the sides and in between the numerous parts of me.

That is poetry.

-Ni5h@