Poetry, a gift lost in the wind.
Every once in awhile I catch it
scrambling to write something, anything, to express what’s happening.
Poetry, picking it up intermittently is hard.
I can’t just make awkward small talk
such as “Hey, I like your hair!”, or
“I really hope you’re doing well!”
Poetry, an unbreakable connection,
Every once and awhile I write
not often enough to understand fully
but often enough to remain complete.
Poetry, also known as, a cryptic message.
Every poem has a meaning
though if I’m not careful,
I get ****** down a rabbit hole!