Poetry, My Friend.
Why do I love Poetry?
is painting with words.
It is a love of linguistics that allows for anything.
It is phonics that fills the soul with warm embraces,
And strangled nooses.
In poetry, I can feel anything
without fear of judgment.
I can make people swim with the fishes while wearing
Boots of cement.
I can make my wildest dreams come to fruition.
It is intuition,
And a snuggled up, warm bed.
Poetry bundles, and fumbles, and crumbles
All of the abstract thoughts
Out of my head.
Poetry, allows for living instead
Of dying in societal jargon.
Poetry… is my most valuable friend.
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.