this is me

poetry exudes and translates from my thoughts, emotion, knowledge, acceptance-- poetry gives, takes and fills the abyss of notion. I draft these as I watch, take in you in through my pores, my soul, my sense, my eyes see but my pen lives. poetry alone, you take me to places mediocre to others, unknown to you and I, familiar to us but cast too far from graspability of the fickle minds of society. poetry you delve where none can, poetry alone you find me. poetry I breathe where air is not. poetry alone you answer question and hide as you find all that I am. poetry alone you... the mirrors. poetry alone you are me.