Below is the poem entitled How Poetry Become You which was written by poet
Bacha. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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~How Poetry Become You~
Today my thoughts were feeling melancholic, my silence minutes later fought back to help me reach out to the moment of relief and not to relinquish myself.
Today my thoughts were trying to sing, my silence started to enjoy the music
since poetry became part of my life, it helped me to remove any negative influences.
When my thoughts fought with me not to write, my silence thought I must hold tight and not fight, nor run away, but keep typing as poetry will allow you to discover yourself, and the whole world.
One day my thoughts were never awakened by a passer by, my silence started to weep, moments later a bird stood at the window and brought joy to my hear, thats when I wanted to love and loose my reasoning, to celebrate a new day.
When my thoughts wanted to fly away, my silence insisted I should stay to give myself feeling of safety, and remember never to get discouraged nor weaken, as that would destroy my wisdom and my poetic life, instantly I felt more powerful.
My thoughts woke up much much to tired to live, my silence reminded me that the heart has its own reasons which the mind knows nothing about.
That day my thoughts wanted to travel and feel happy, my silence created for me a beautiful idea to carry on the plane, a poetry book to read through the sources of knowledge.
My thoughts one night wanted to dream and could not, my silence thought, don't ever feel sorry for yourself, another night will shortly be here, reach out for your poems, read them and peace will prevail.
On a new day my thoughts broke my heart, my silence insisted I should start going back home be alone, and not sit by the phone and wait. Enjoy the moment.
Its hard to write like a very talented writer, the reason is, every human being does not have the same brain, the same diversities, the same creativities, and
inspirations, that is why, I took a walk between the trees wanting to feel that soft breeze pleading to come along my way that beautiful day in May.
When my thoughts woke up my heart started to beat
I know I can, I know I must, I know I could,
I know I would, my silence answered,
I know you should, you should Now,
Remember Poetry Has Become You.