Thanks, to you Poetry. I can scream my lungs out without raising my voice. I can punch my lungout without laying a finger on the punching bag of this world.

I can be politically without judgment of the public. I can mediate between religion and the Lord without being labelled an infidel.

I can pen down my stress without consulting a therapist. My anger is submerge in the river of ink because of you Poetry. My grieve is subside because of your presence in my life.

You define who I am, what I stand for. What I do... because without of you I am nothing....
© Malunga G