Poetry

You know, poetry isn’t just another one of those things. Well. . . Maybe it is. Maybe it’s like that freshly brewed coffee at the start of your morning or maybe it’s like the rain that almost flooded your house last night. Yeah, there’s a bunch of maybes and if you couldn’t tell, they’re good and they’re bad, pretty and ugly. But that’s what poetry is; a jumbled mess of things that might not always make sense but come to light and click inside your brain. The gears will turn and there will always be parts that just stick with you like super glue on your fingertips. Now, what I’ve said in this tiny little thing might not even make any sense because there are just things we don’t understand and that’s okay. What I do know for a fact though is that’s why we have poetry; it’s to make sense of what we don’t know in our own ways or to know that we’re not alone and to get things out in one way or the other in the one way we know how.