poetry isn’t for everyone,

i get that.

it certainly wasn’t for me, either.

rhyming words to mean nothing or anything.

a series of words i knew

but never conveyed.

they were just that,

words.

poetry isn’t for everyone,

but look at you!

you’re still reading this.

you’re 11 lines in-

12!

look at you,

i must have gotten you somewhere along the way.

and this poem will end soon,

i’ll give you that hint.

you won’t have to stay here any longer.

but listen to this,

this is what poetry can do:

imagine yourself

and the end of the world-

a cliff.

you step off,

grinning,

wide-eyed.

you outsmarted the end of this poem.

“how does it feel?”

it asks.

it asks how it feels to fly.