I just realised it's been a year
A year since I started
Spilling my thoughts
Onto paper
Writing for nothings sake
Not an assignment
A task
Or a grocery list
These words
That people call poetry
It became an art
Like a love
Born from afar
Yet close to my heart
A passion
Overcome
That flows letters
In writing
In a form
Some think better
And are hesitant
To speak out loud
A silent pleasure
To your eyes
Its tone is uttered
Each reader
To their own
An interpretation
To be known
For you alone