Poems pose as pathways into me
By me I mean the depths that can't be seen
With the naked eye pryed open wide
Instead they pave a passage into my personal pods of passion
My inner solitude, my sour moods and attitudes
My attributes and traits that relate all of me to each piece individually
Poems create the most realistic vision of me
Deeper than a glazed over gaze into my soul
For in poetry rests the ability for normalcy to retreat from me
Exposing the roads closed and accelerating on them at speeds untold
Unprepared for what words my wit will wrap wildly entwined
As the thoughts flow so, in their prime from my mind
Travelling through my veins and exiting at the grip of my fingertips
As the ink drips in calligraphic patterns of raced mess appearing to make sense.
Each time I pick up my pen and write
I fight for the freedom within me to flee free
Thank you, Poetry