Poetry is expression

It is the thoughts that inhabit our mind and the feelings that inhabit our heart

Poetry is pain

Poetry is joy

Poetry is every dark thought that lurks in the dampest corners of our ill minds

In poetry we find relief

Poetry is a creative outlet away from the pain and hardships of our gruesome reality

Poetry is the ink that stains our paper and flows like crimson blood from open wounds

Poetry is the sentence, the lines, and the exclamation point we use to express our anger

the question marks that explain our wonder

or the absence of punctuation, that leaves our fear of the unknown

in poetry we find strength

in poetry we find safety

poetry is the blood

the tears

the pain

and the fear