The beauty of poetry is the flow of words that come
pouring from your soul.
It is your beauty
and yet it creates a spinning vortex of thoughts
that would have never surfaced
if you had not picked up the pen.

They say writing is like a gun.
You have the power to cause pain within your words.
You are healing
and breaking yourself with these bullets.

We all know that the human condition is not equipped for the truth.
It is against my nature to speak my truth
and yet I always still choose to battle with myself.

- Fladinerys Belliard // How Poetry Kills and Saves Me