Poetry, a Beauty
All my life, I was taught to follow the leader, as they coerced my thoughts, scrubbed my mind, confined my thinking, grabbed my attention and molded my every idea, like locking a bird into a cage.
Poetry came to the rescue as it released those birds from the cage; every bird flew into the sky, chose its own paths, encountered its own winds, witnessed its own colors…
As a child at night lying in bed, I saw the stars twinkling back at me, scintillating, sparking something in my young mind. They... [Read More...]