An Ocean Of Words

What poetry means to me?

It all started when anxiety and depression,

Became my friends.

It all started when I have no one to talk to and understand my words.

It all started when words and emotions became my besties.

It all started when I choose me, over others.

It was magic, when poetry found me.

I felt complete when I first rhyme my poetry.

Still, I have a dream to go on that stage,

And speak my words until my last breath.

When I recite my poetry,

It’s like my heart finds a voice to convey his secrets.

To me, poetry is an ocean filled with words,

Every day I take a deep dig inside an ocean,

To choose some words to rhyme my poetry.

To me, poetry is my lost friend,

Whom I met after so long.

To me poetry is filled within me,

To make me alive.

To me, poetry is the way to escape from this world,

To enter the fantasy world which I dreamt about.

To me poetry is my world,

Where I breathe, feel and live.

To me poetry is the best thing that can ever happen to me.