Poetry.
Beauty in each rhythmic line.
Beauty in the eyes of the author.
Beauty in the eyes of the reader.
A sigh of relief and pride,
shall always come to the face of the author,
as another pencil is set down after a masterpiece.

Poetry.
Paint as words.
Feeling as shortened breaths.
Sadness as a fantasized character.

Poetry.
"It's only for the emotional."
"The weak"
"Those who can't find another way to solve their problems, so they bury us in it."

The poet.
The poet does not always require sadness lagging on their heart,
to produce a blossoming garden of inspiration.
Poems share meaning,
with those who seek and understand it.
Poets can be oh so full,
of pure joy.
Poems can express happiness for each blade of grass,
in which we walk on barefoot in the summers.

The poet.
Our lives are not lacking color and liveliness.
We write to help others.
To aid in a crazy chaotic world.
Happy.
Sad.
We inhabit together.