Dear my friends of HP,
I began my journey here on December 2nd, 2014. "Oh my gosh! This is an awesome place to showcase my work!!!" I had thought. I yearned to be one who possess a heap of daily poems, one who has 1,000 loyal followers, and one who is complimented by the experienced and noble. To put in the simplest words, I wanted attention.
On month later, my view of Hello Poetry has completely changed.
Okay, yes, I admit to still having that nagging desire for attention, but still, that's not the reason I'm completely in love with this website.
In my observations, Hello Poetry is an asylum.
We are a force of writers, composed of the depressed, the scarred, the empty, the lost, the wise, and the young. This is our asylum where can pour our hearts out and have someone listen.
In my observations, Hello Poetry is a chain of Neverlands.
Just face it. A poet's imagination is beyond anyone else's. On HP, we design the glistening lagoons, colossal mountains and the idiosyncratic (just googled this word) creatures of our own Neverlands. And they are magnificent.
In my observations, Hello Poetry is a community.
Wait a second.
We are a family.
We have grown to
To love together.
To weep together.
To encourage each other.
To fight each other.
To fight together.
To rest on each other's shoulders.
To propel each other up.
To be together. United. Poets.
Yeah, a family. I like the sound of that.
Thanks for listening, Poppy