Poetry Comes From...

Poetry comes from;

The sleepless nights and the sleepy days.

The raucous inside and the calm outside.

The wound that's dried out of blood, but still hurts; so you bleed it through your pen.

The scars, which hurts the same

Everytime you touch it, even after years.

Poetry comes from

The longing of a hopeless romantic when he meets reality,

The belongingness for the things or people who don't belong to us rationally.

Poetry comes from the betrayal

Of that so-called best friend and the nonchalance of your beloved.

Poetry comes from;

The lost self, when it starts its search through words.

And sometimes

From the dead self trying to breathe through ink.

Poetry comes from;

Vulnerability as well as from veiling the infant feelings and emotions.

 

Poetry comes from;

The worried mother,

The tired father,

The defeated warrior, 

The hungry child,

The abandoned lover, 

The homeless rich,

The sheltered poor,

The irony of life and its sarcastic laugh.

Poetry comes from;

Pain. hurt. loss. failure. sin. regret. trauma.

Lies, the sugarcoated lies.

Truth, the naked and ugly ruth.

Poetry comes from;

The discomfort that thrives you as well as the comfort that chokes you.

Poetry smells of;

Insomnia, restlessness,

anxiety, depression,

And the filtered smell of this ugly mess;

The heavenly fragrance buried under them.

And poetry looks like,

A newlywed, adorned with embellished clothes, shielding her true self inside.

And sometimes,

It's like a widow, wrapped in plain clothes, revealing the harsh reality of life.

Maybe.

Poetry is;

What clinches your heart and hits you deep right there

Where it hurts the most so that you feel alive!