What poetry Means to Me.

He asked what it means to me
But I Couldn’t put in words
How can I describe so vaguely-
Poetry with all it’s grandeur

It’s the air that I breathe in-
In the pulse of my beat;
The sound of my wheeze-
The sight of the sun at its peak.

Don’t ask me to define poetry-
I can’t explain it;
It’s the essence of my being-
Every part of me… It’s ME.