poetry Is My Journal

Dear poetry,
I write to you.
Of the feelings that flow freely,
And the things in life I go through.

Your kept away,
In my secret place.
Only my eyes survey the page,
I ask nicely to respect my space.

Truly its the beauty of words,
That can describe one's inner self.
Expression without judgement thought absurd,
Here in the pen I dwell in wealth.

Sincerely a devoted fan,
P.s. my writing will continue for as long as iam.