How Poetry Changed My Life!!




Before poetry entered my life, I was an eccentric without a cause. Now that I’ve come out of the poetry-closet and accepted myself as a poet (as amateur as I may be), I don’t have to hide the fact anymore that I think of spoons as spies, or spears as spines, or spirits as spiders, or splits as spittle, or space as speech. A spade was never a spade for me, and the world of poetry is a wonderfully accepting support group that feeds my dirty habit for words.

We just clicked.  With poetry I make pictures with words, work out my feelings and tell you what I really think about the world.  Me and poetry have a long term relationship. I love you poetry. What is Inspiring about it is that everything about it, Comes from inside. Poetry is not just random words on a piece of paper. Poetry is not just random ideas that pop up in your mind. Poetry is the true feelings that lie within. 

I ’ve been writing for more than 3 years now and my creative journey has been truly phenomenal, from watching others perform and getting some courage to do so myself. I’ve been emotionally overwhelmed and philosophically challenged by the words of others and more importantly, inspired by them. Yes – sometimes poetry presents concepts I personally find provocative but that’s what poetry does, it lights sparks in people.

Poetry has changed Me by storming into my life and screaming into my face like a little brother. It has become just as familiar and made me more in tune with my imagination and a more caring and intuitive side of myself I didn’t know existed before. It has introduced me to people who have blown my mind with their natural creativity and beauty and who have and will have a lasting impact on me. Poetry has given me a confidence boost to be who I really want to be and to go after opportunities that I seize with both hands. Most importantly, it has enabled me to express myself in a more eloquent way than before. Through words I have faced fears and worked out my worries. I disovered myself. I relaxed. I found my voice. Now, I am a mouthy cow who loves showing off.

Poetry changed me and  I’m glad it did.

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