My sister refused to read my poetry - or any poetry at all.
I demanded a reason why
She said we are all trying to escape somehow
I cannot choose what happens to me, but I can choose what I consume
She asked me how I can be so immersed in a world of darkness
I said it makes me feel a little less alone
It opens up unexplored areas of all of us
Poetry is in all of us, but it is rare that we get to experience it
I will embrace these things till I die
And learn
Just to hope that with my words
I can make horror
A little more beautiful
We are all trying to escape somehow
Or embrace somehow
We are never senseless for whichever way we choose to be free
