poetry

What is it, exactly?
For me it’s not so much about the rhythm,
nor the rhyme.
It’s more that it’s a microscope
through which I might see
what I’m actually feeling;
it’s the road into
under my own skin;
it’s the words I use
when I don’t know what to say.

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