Poetry is everything.
Everything is poetry.
It's the single drop in an ocean of tears,
the smile that lives on through a thousand years.
Always there, never ending
the words that spark,
bringing the flame to fame,
hope to the lost,
reality to the people
through lyric and verse.
In a world that looks to coerce,
this is the only truth we
can hold on to.
It's the flower blooming
in a desert,
the beauty of a night sky,
the catcher in the rye.
Fire and Ice,
and Frost.
Words, letters, flow together
in a creation of wonder and emotion
the definition of a wandering soul,
forever in motion
fighting.