It's been such a relief to have you with me. They say words fall short when we wish to convey the intense within.. But it is also true., when I use your brush.. The poet's brush using images, similes to voice the gushing thoughts, the pain , the anxiety becomes less burdensome.. The moment I vent myself with your help, intensity becomes objectified.. It's automatically at two removes from the felt emotion.. I cherish you, your presence within.. I know the world tells you, metaphors are nothing but lies. Personifying is just you projecting. Similes are just vague comparisons. Poetry is pointless. But remember sometimes the truth in you needs lies to communicate. Sometimes imagination can be a better friend than people. Sometimes what keeps you alive is more important than what nails you to your bed. Poetry is pointless like life. It's the meaning you give it that makes it have a point. So, make your poems as pointy as swords people use to kill each other. Point your poems at despair and shoot your demons. Poetry is the quietest and the most non-violent war you can wage on yourself and the world. You'll win even if it's just for 3 mins. And for this life, that's more than enough.
