Poetry

Poetry.
The flesh that covers my bones.
The air I breath that fills my lungs.
The music that moves me to be a free spirit & dance.
The thoughts that I need to release,
Trapped in my overactive dyslexic creative mind,
Words that make sense written in rhyme.
A place where I don't have to explain the dark tones of emotions,
Without those querying if it's from a  traumatic past,
When it can simply be just an expression of creative art.
It's just the same as reading your Favourite book,
The only difference is the words are mine.
Constructed by my imagination,
Transforming my feelings onto paper,
Like a moth changing into a butterfly.
No subject off limits,
Because it comes all from the inside,
Out into the world to be visualised.
Be it love, anger or the sun in the sky,
Poetry can be about anything,
The gift that keeps on giving.
As individuality is a blessing,
With Poetry a blueprint of your mind written.
Each letter a musical note,
That plays out the very essence of what you are feeling.
Speaking to the core,
Resonating to those who live beyond the one dimension of thinking......