Poetry Lives In Me

It lives deep down in my soul, my heart, makes my body shiver and drives me insane.... and the real reason it lives in me because it understands my past pains... I go crazy when I hear it, cry because I can feel it and it neglects me from every negative or positive thing it keeps me silent and aware of everything and hides me away from the rain... It keeps me warm in the winter and it helps my heart beat full of life... it cools me in the summer time and waters me like a flower with a ray of sun light... It picks me up when I am so far down, it observes my surroundings and it excites me when I'm sad... it takes me to another place, remembers that I mean something and take my bad days and turn them into yesterdays … Poetry is my earth, wind, and fire, my desire, my love song, my lullaby My winter, summer, spring and fall… Poetry lives in me that’s why I give it my best and my all…