a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.

poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes
its composition.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

poets. have
the toughest job
in the universe-

of turning silence
into eloquence.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.