whatpoetryhastaughtme
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Free to be?
Who?
Me?
I hide under this umbrella, ignoring the rain.
We all have one.
We've all done it.
Only my pen acknowledges the cold and gusting wind.
It does not judge,
Poetry has taught me how to vocalize with style and power
Instead of hiding in cower.
It helped me express my emotions
And stand tall as a tower.
Poetry has shown me a new perspective
To enter the precarious force that is the mind
To accept the perilous and perfect emotions of self
To love the inherent nature of words
And to inherit the beauty they offer
