Birds flee from cages; light restores energy, and darkness can be interpreted differently. But Poetry, somehow, always finds a way back out.
Poetry is therapeutic. It relies on consciousness and releases beautiful, thought-provoking ideas. It can be found in the darkest places but regained when the sun sets against the sky.
When does human life begin to end? Is it when poetry becomes a friend? For all we know, opposites attract, and poetry is a gift from the gods.
Long live poetry! And life will end on that final note.
Inspiration is key, the eye of the beholder thought. Provoking memories came flooding through.
Leanne Drain enjoys writing with all her heart. She is currently studying creative writing at University East London.