Dear Poetry,
It's ironic at this moment that I'm at a loss for words,
Just thinking of all you mean to me is overwhelming and absurd.
I love the feeling of freedom I get when
the wings of my mind take flight
Releasing to the wind, the secrets I hold inside
I admire your ability to be all things to me
From a star crossed love that last for centuries
To warring hurricanes unleashed on stormy seas,
Or just the simple beauty of long silence and tranquility.
I just wanted to thank you for always changing and
at the same time staying the same.
Turning troubled feelings and trepid emotions
into victorious journeys of mighty triumph,
converting toxic elixirs into sweet love potions.
And I am eternally grateful for the endless journeys
from white-hot desert sands of foreign lands
to the vast expanse of my determined heart.
I have to end because I still don't know where to start.
Forever Yours,
From me