I don't write poetry.

Poetry writes me.

It writes my mood, my actions, my thoughts and my feelings.

It writes my questions, my muses, my curiosities and my disappointments.

It writes my triumphs, my travails, my loves as well as my losses.

For as long as I can remember I have been a very sensitive and emotional person. I often thought, and through the early years of my adulthood I was often told (mostly by my romantic partners) that my sensitivities were a shortcoming.

I was too emotional.

I was too soft.

It made me weak, and vulnerable and I needed to work harder to curb those natural inclinations. 

I foolishly believed that for a while, until I learned that my ability to feel deeply and channel those sensitivities is actually one of my biggest strengths.

My words became my therapy.

My words became my shield from others scorns.

My words became my biggest pride and my constant supporter.

My words became my most fulfilling artistic outlet.

My words became my solace.

For whatever I may lack in life, I will always covet the courage of my words.