one of my passions;
a necessary evil,
a source of joy.
Part of daily survival
for me.
Like rain to the crops
and hydration to my body,
poetry is a life substance.
It inspires me
purges me
gives me courage, strength: a voice.
A voice to shout
to whisper
to tell my story.
To rant and rage,
to build my case.
Poetry gives me purpose,
rights some mysterious wrong,
some feeling I can't quite touch.
Poetry gives me a voice,
reason,
a way to purge my thoughts.
There's a beauty,
a majesty,
a sense of certainty,
that lives in poems.
I hope the world can read
my emotion
floating
between the lines,
in the breaths,
the beating of my heart,
my passions....
my convictions,
my causes,
and quiet certainties.
Poetry....
expressions of my soul.
-Carrie Horn
5/16/26
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