Poetry

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.

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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.

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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.