How is it that poetry
Can be so poetic
The idea of death can be made to sound
So free and unapologetic
Words can be manipulated
To make the darkness seem freeing
And a bleak reality
Can be turned to something endearing
It has the capacity
To question if we are sane
One glimpse at the beauty of sadness
And it is hard to be happy again
Then there on the other hand
As love is so magically proclaimed
Our hearts sore through the heavens
And romanticism cannot be tamed
Tears fall of anguish
Of loss, happiness, pain or joy
An ocean of our emotions
That can save us or destroy
The parts of us we keep hidden
The shadows lurking below
Because poetry has the ability
To unleash parts of us we don’t yet know
About the Creator
Meg Bradbury
I love poetry and novels and art, anything that captures your soul and forces you to engage all creativity and illogic
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