Breathing Poetry

For some poetry is like breathing
It gets the poor soul beating
Like coming up for air
Deep, deep gulps of sweet, sweet air

For some poetry is like running
Those stiff joints finally flexing
Running away from it all
Faster let your burdens fall

For some poetry is like a guilty secret
Better out than if you keep it
Get it all off your chest
Pour forth to give your mind a rest

For some poetry has been gifted
One that reads will feel uplifted
The warmth of a sunbeam
Hope and laughter lets you dream