Breathe Poetry, breathe life

Is there a handbook

to this dance

called poetry ?

This wonder that we call life?

Our words come from within

our soul,

rising, floating, soaring

to embrace our humanity.

You say that you have no time

 for poetry,

but do you have time to breathe ?

to live ?

to grasp today

 and hold it fiercely.

This day that won't

repeat or return .

You say that it's

not your thing

but

I ask

do you understand love,

and pain

sorrow and

 immense joy?

Do you understand 

what it feels like 

to leap,

to bow in pain,

to listen.

To Hear the stories rising from the streets

and weep

walk a thousand miles and then understand that

you never felt the pain of the sinner,

nor the one left out 

looking in

or the one that's left to pick up 

the crumbs while

others are feasting.

You can't understand their pain 

because you have not felt it.

You say you comprehend 

you say you have knowledge

but those are lies

that you tell yourself when you sleep

and then you wake up in a cold

sweat and you realize that you don't have 

the answers to anything.

You don't know much,

you think you are enlightened

and wise

and you realize that there is much

left to learn

taste,

fight for,

embrace.

Poetry is everywhere,

you see the world in different colors

and then you begin to live,

and breathe.