Who here likes poetry? Can I get a show of hands?
I promise you it is not a lost art, it is still thriving in many circles. A manipulation of poetic license that stirs the heart and soul. Here is my favorite poem to date. What is yours?
Who taught you to be small? Who taught you that these cracks were flaws? Taught you that your light couldn’t shine through the fractures and scars? Who told you to accept what you were given and did not want? Told you that any love was better than searching for the one and only meant for you? The one that has always been inside yourself.
Do not listen to them.
Their mouths are full of turpentine and cyanide. They will strip all that is gold from your feathered limbs and leave you unraveled – all pock marked, pink-skinned, and alabaster boned.
You were not made to be grounded. You need the crisp air, a belly full of laughter, a heart carrying so much love you feel the seams stretching.
Mostly, you need to realize that one by one, the population has swelled to billions, but even still you were hand selected, all beauty and flaw, to never be replicated.
You are the finest art to have ever been created.
– Tyler Kent White