The Power of Poetry
Poetry is my life’s blood.
It sustains me and gives me purpose

I feed off of poetry like one might feed off of air. It sustains me and gives me purpose. It washes through my veins, through my eyes, through my ears, filling me up with words I never knew existed.
A breeze fills the sails of poetry, of all poetry. I want to see with my own eyes what all these words say, what they mean. How do they make me feel? What I imagine they will hold, contains the meaning of everything I can’t see and can’t express. My fingers tingle with anticipation and a deep hunger as I fold them over the paper. Here is something real! Something concrete! Something I am actually going to be able to use and share.
Poetry is my life’s blood. It gives me a purpose, a goal to follow. I need poetry. Nothing can compare to it; nothing can take its place. I need poetry like I need air, like I need water and food, like I need friends, like I need love. Poetry makes me feel alive in a way that nothing else does. It moves me with its energy, it speaks to me, it envelops me in a world of words and thoughts. It makes my mind race, my heart beat faster, my breath comes shorter. Poetry is my life’s blood. Every word has a history that I can explore. What they mean is so fluid and yet so solid. The possibilities are endless and yet so limited at the same time.
Poetry is everywhere 💚 But the question is, how much do you love it?
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