What is poetry to me? 

It is love 

And everything in-between 

Whether it is two heart forever intertwined 

Or a neck colliding with a bee sting 

It equates to so much 

But at the same time it feels like nothing

It unravels me like a rope 

With dangling cords 

It’s flies high like eagles 

It midday soars 

It lives in a kiss 

Till breath falls short 

And it breaths no more 

No matter the cause 

It exists to be adored

Poetry is something worth fighting for 

Because it is and has always been my love

Love always, Esha