I wrote this about a year ago...I actually won a little contest with it (go me) :)

What does Poetry mean to me?


what do numbers mean to a mathematician?
What does hearing mean to a musician?

What does carbon dioxide mean to the trees?
What does aquatic life mean to the seas?

Poetry is rooted deep within my soul
Without it existence is no more than a black hole
It has been by my side since before I can remember
Poetry has been there to love me, heal me and hold ME tender
It's let me relive my discontent, painful life
It's been to me the softest fur and the sharpest knife
It's a constant reminder of age old fears taking form
But even when I'm torn it's embracing my soul and keeping me warm
It's been there to break my fall and to rest wearily upon
Poetry helps me to communicate with those who've long gone

My emotions saturating the paper as I write
Taking away all traces of suffering from this plight
Called life, easing my sorrows and mending my quartered mind
The endless reminder that I AM NOT the last of my kind
I spill my cup of experience onto each and every sheet
Providing the only way to date that I can freely speak

Poetry Is me Is my blood IS my body IS my essence
If it left me my soul would surely follow it to the heavens
Inside I'd shrivel and decompose, leaving behind just a shell
A heartbeat would remain, but no spirit there would dwell
You see Poetry and I became ONE as I slid from the canal of birth
And Poetry will be with me far beyond my body becoming one with this earth
Now you know just a touch of what Poetry means to me
It is my way of survival, my best friend, and what it means to ME

To be free.



thanks for reading it...

Nice!

Thank you!

You are welcome