Poetry Is...
Poetry is hurt
Poetry is pain
Poetry is someone’s soul brought into a comprehensible state
Poetry is shining light on the dark
Poetry is lighting a fire in the hearth,
Even when your heart is empty and void of kindling.
Poetry is finding the answer to your greatest fears,
Poetry is figuring out the answer to your most baffling of circumstances.
Poetry, is taking one look at reality and transforming it into something a little more beautiful and alluring. Because in the end, nobody likes looking at reality for long.
Poetry is crushing your own heart into dust,
Poetry is reconnecting the particles bit by bit.
I know poetry well, I feel poetry’s unmistakable burden clinging to my back.
Poetry is many things, can be many things, can create many things, but it’ll never die out...
