Poetry Is To Me As Love Is To Human Nature

A spoken art Trace it's steps from the paper to my heart A rush from my mind to my soul then to the pen I embrace this gift that from time to time lifts my weeping soul form pain as i gain strength to carry on Just as a new life is being born Provokes a new sprit's bells to joyfully ring Every mountain side will hear it's sing Poetry is to me as nurture is to family Making my dreams a reality non fiction to fiction wrong to right day to night Sometimes I argue with my mind Only to find a new creation