POETRY IS MY LIFE
Poetry is my Heart's voice
flying free like a beautiful butterfly.
Proudly I show my colors bright as a rainbow.
I shine over my truth to the world proudly,
not afraid to reveal the secrets in my heart .
Instead I flutter happily in a secret garden,
A garden created of imagination,
which helps me escape or forget
the wicked or doom in this world.
Poetry is a shield that protects me
when thunderous storms form
confusing my mind and life.
Poetry takes me to a different world
where I can be whoever I want
navigating the fiercest ocean,
or conquer the richest land,
or just explore alone an island.
Poetry can take me to heaven,
helps me escape hell constantly,
evading problems others create for me.
It makes me happy being that butterfly,
I flutter carelessly through my life's path.
Poetry helps making easier my journey
as I find myself and learn to love the real me.
I was lost in dark solitude inside my cold cocoon.
Poetry transformed me into a beautiful butterfly,
and showed me that life is what you make of it.
================================================flying free like a beautiful butterfly.
Proudly I show my colors bright as a rainbow.
I shine over my truth to the world proudly,
not afraid to reveal the secrets in my heart .
Instead I flutter happily in a secret garden,
A garden created of imagination,
which helps me escape or forget
the wicked or doom in this world.
Poetry is a shield that protects me
when thunderous storms form
confusing my mind and life.
Poetry takes me to a different world
where I can be whoever I want
navigating the fiercest ocean,
or conquer the richest land,
or just explore alone an island.
Poetry can take me to heaven,
helps me escape hell constantly,
evading problems others create for me.
It makes me happy being that butterfly,
I flutter carelessly through my life's path.
Poetry helps making easier my journey
as I find myself and learn to love the real me.
I was lost in dark solitude inside my cold cocoon.
Poetry transformed me into a beautiful butterfly,
and showed me that life is what you make of it.
I opened My heart closing my eyes to think as I asked my self your question what poetry means to me. As I opened my eyes it was like suddenly knowing magically what I wanted to answer. My words came flowing easily as if my heart and soul took over my fingers typing my reply to you. I hope you like my response as much as it amazed me as I read it again when I was done........ Thank you for inspiring me with your soul searching question....
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