Poetry Is Food for Thought

As I get older my mother was advised to treat me. I think that eight years later they realized that there was no change, and I will leave only "I". But after all the diary entries and some discussions, I gave my light to my heart. A grandfather, who I thought was my best friend, was found next to me, died, and I was "closed" by someone else. To be honest, I thought that I do not need to be with someone behind him. I do not truly understand when I was a child, but my way of thinking is why I should speak to someone who is supposed to die and go to heaven.

Poetry, I do not know if it saved my life, or I just do not want to admit it. I was introduced to high school poetry. I had to fill in English credit, and nothing else was open. I am afraid of it. I thought that the poem is about forest elves and butterflies. This is what I thought when I signed up for the course. The teacher is a Gothic poem. We read Inferno from Pau and Dante. He advises us to write ourselves. You do not have to share poetry with classes. He will meet us alone to talk about it. He told me that removing pain and putting it on paper might be comforting and strange.

I also started writing poems. At first I thought that the poem seems easy. I do not know why. I know that poetry is difficult. I know that poetry is one of the most difficult things in my writing. I am suffering from poetry. The last conclusion is that even if I do not think that it is superb, I can not write better poetry. But this is one of the things I started writing, this is a relatively comfortable way just like it. It is a bit dangerous to return them to their original location without adding editors approved filters. I think that it is worth in the end. Also, I am reading poetry. Although I never lost interest in poetry, I felt a little as a poet lost interest in me. But I returned to that circle, so far it feels good