Is it simply writing or expression,

A way to cope with the depression?

Get pain off your chest, onto paper,

Embracing the moniker of creator.

An alignment with a higher power,

Or thoughts revealed in the shower.

Sometimes you’re comforting the crier,

Then you’re trying to encourage a trier.

My greatest gift and curse all in one,

Finding meaning when there is none.

A quick look at the literal definition

Is central to my final proposition:

“Literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.”

Mine would be:

“The strength, resilience, and inner purpose you require in your day to day life when you have been given a mountain to climb.”

Poetry is what you make it,

As long as you make it.