Poetry That Is
It scares them.
Poetry that is.
Scratching your head.
Wondering how one would echo out such feelings on paper.
When others choose to stay comfortably numb.
Deep rooted levels of emotional suppression.
One may mock an emotional being.
Words cross regions, lakes, rivers, streams reaching out drenching a new enlightened soul.
While we journey through life; as it takes a toll.
Watching the butterfly dancing happily in the pink hue sky.
Pushing down feelings of rejection, ambivalence at its best.
Poetry that is.
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