What is Poetry to you? A Journey of Discovery.

I am not a poet.

I do not study.

I do not perform my art to an audience.

I do not understand style and structure,

nor do I convey information clearly.

I do not rhyme.

I do not have a rhythm. 

I do not have a shape or a mood.

I do not understand vowels and consonants, 

and how they play with each other. 

I simply put stories into words.

But if you describe a poet, 

As someone who understands the depth of a person,

aware of the darkness that lives inside the subconscious,

packing as much meaning in every piece and in every word I use.

If you describe a poet,

as a girl living in her imagination.

Unswervingly undisturbed by sounds in the background,

while she paints her emotions on canvases, 

and herself.

If you describe a poet,

as an ugly picture,

blurry, 

but inviting.

Then maybe I am poetry.

Unfinished, 

and begging for more.

Feeling the frisks in my fingers.

Living in the movie in my head.

But to you, 

I am not a poet.

Because I do not have rhythm, 

and sometimes, 

I do not understand the words that juggle in my head.

But to me,

I am a poet.

Because stories are my art, 

and I am on a journey of living them.

~ Shantey Moabelo, 25