Poetry allows me to express my emotions in a way prose can’t.
Maybe it’s the precision of the words. Maybe it’s the rhythm. I haven’t figured it out yet. Maybe I never will.
Writing, especially poetry, helps me process and understand my emotions in a new way.
Last month, I wrote a letter to my dad.
He passed away on July 7th, 2001. 20 years ago. He died as he lived — alone. I carry many regrets around his…