Four years ago I mistakenly picked up poetry in the gym At first I did not even notice but When I did I feel in love I never knew words could be So perfect and loaded I was in love-- I read and I write and I Love every minute of it Like every good relationship It got better with time-- I got better with time I learned values that spilled Over to all aspects of my life. I learned my feelings are my feeling And they can be raw material to Make good art. I learned Good end product requires time, sacrifices and sometimes ungodly amount of effort I learned about patience and how impatience is not a virtue
Like every good story, there is always an end. It's been over a year since I have written anything Now I can barely relate to any poem And I probably can't poetically string two sentences together to save my life
The love has faded but the lessons still keep me going.