When I was a little child,
With hope in my heart,
I knew that my saviour,
Would always be my art.

Through the ages I saw,
That the skies blue and white,
Resonated with the pages,
The great writers write.

What I never understood was,
Poetry was never about words,
It is about every emotion,
That once went unheard.

Poetry isn't the rhyme,
The skill or the pain,
It is the courage that you bring,
When you feel nothing will be right again.

So if you've smiled
Through any of your tears yet,
Voila, my dear,
You're already a poet.
~*~