What fuels my soul?

What breathes life into me?

What fills me to the brim and overflows in abundance?

It couldn’t be anything but poetry.


It feeds me in a way that food could not fulfill,

It embraces me better than a hug,

It warms me like the suns glow,

That’s my poetry.


Life can be everything but right,

Knowing my past, present, and future faults,

But the butterflies that poetic rhythm creates in my being,

It’s poetry’s song.