Like a river poetry flows, out from the depths of my soul words grow.
Rooted from my mind, experiences, and time poetry blooms for me parting my lips as it pours from my core wrapping around my heart, encasing my life with a thorny bribe.
Poetry chokes my mind, but gives me more time to breathe deeply, it allows me to vent so I don't dip deeper into depression.
Poetry is my outlet, my inspiration, my moon to my stars, and the star of my story.