What My Poetry Means to Me

What My Poetry Means to Me

It is the breath I never speak aloud,

a whisper that hides behind my eyes,

a place where the world softens,

where silence finds its sound.

It is the truth I cannot tell,

wrapped in verses and small confessions,

each word a step through the dark,

each line a reason to keep walking.

It is my way of feeling twice,

once when it happens, again when I write,

a mirror turned to memory,

a heart that refuses to fade.

It is freedom in quiet disguise,

a world that listens when no one does,

the one place I can always return to,

the one thing that still feels alive.