Poetry is not just pretty words
For some of us
It is a way of life
We breathe it
It flows through our veins
Poetry is not just pretty words
It is
Passion
Pain
Joy
Laughter
Poetry is all of that
And so much more
We read poetry
We breathe poetry
Cry it
Bleed it
Poetry is our language
Poetry pours from our throats
From our mouths
Like a mighty pouring of blood
Pouring forth
Soaking into all that is around us
The sound waves of our words
Resonate throughout time
Throughout space
For generations after generation
To hear
To know they are not alone in their struggle