I gather inspiration from everywhere,
Pouring my thoughts from my quill to the paper.
Poetry, what is it but material thoughts?
A way of releasing inner devils and revealing yourself to the world.
Writing is therapy, taking my mind off all the wars and horrible, horrible things.
It helps me, it’s helped me for a long, long time.
A place for me to go, A place for me to share.
A place for me to love,
A place for me to care.
A place where nothing is corny, only beautiful.
A place where acceptance is never lagging.
The poetry world welcomes with open arms,
Understanding how you feel.
How you live.
How you write.
I love poetry.