Dear Poetry

She knocked on my door

And in silent steps I went to see who was

It didn’t have a face and made no sound

I felt a breeze rushing through my skin

And in silent steps I ran from who she was

She often brings me back from the dead

As if I had for a long time fled

Most of the times I don’t want it

I don’t ask for it, or give a shit

But she wants me to commit

Poetry, she introduces herself

I think she thinks,

I’m just another puppet on her shelf.

By Inês Reis

From: Portugal

Website: https://inesreisx.com/

Twitter: inesreisx