Poetry because I think in terms of poems
Of stanzas and lines and lyrics
Poetry because it is there at my worst
And because it was there at my best  
It was there when my Grandpa died
And I couldn’t breathe for a week
It was there when I was at peace
And I got a glimpse of the universe
It was there for me when I didn’t want to be me
And I wanted to run away from myself
It was there for me when I was on top of the world
And I was the sky, the birds, the tops of the trees
and the belly of the clouds

Poetry because it is the sweetest music
The sweetest my ears have heard
Poetry because it flows from my soul
And because it makes the stars into diamonds,
The rivers into silver satin
The moon into a goddess
My thoughts into a river
Clear and crisp
Poetry because it allows me to dive in
Into that river
On a hot summer day
It allows me to cool down  
To swim in my thoughts
To feel  
To be free

Poetry because it is the best expression of me.