Why poetry?
Why poetry? You may but ask
As you tire of another thankless task
The words they mingle in your mind
Grabbing any emotion they may find
And as your thoughts they wander on
You find despair has been and gone…
Taken from inside your head
To burn through paper notes instead
And when those words are shared around
You find yourself on breaking ground
For you were not alone in this
Those thoughts that opened the abyss
So many others felt the same
And now they let go of the shame
As they read the words you’ve written down
You gave them air, now they won’t drown…
Drown with the weight of all they feel
You wrote it down and made it real
And they breathe a sigh of great relief
Their burden halved: “it’s not just me”
The pain I feel … it’s not just me
The thoughts I steal…it’s not just me
The things I’ve seen …it’s not just me
The depths I’ve been … it’s not just me
Your words translate, “it’s not just me”
And this is why…poetry
