Poetry is real

Poetry is real
As injustice is real,
Coarsing through veins
All through our lives,
Between love and wild emotion
Keeps battering down doors

Not confined by borders or walls,
In  times of tumult and danger

Allows hope to  dwell
Will never be chained
Unable to be tamed,

Through every passing season

Allows thoughts to be known,
Has the capacity to heal
Release avenues of possibility,

From the rivers to the sea
Wildly running free,

With defiant devotion
On gauntlets of imagination,
A chorus of different voices
Refusing to remain silent,
We are all prisoners of the world
Never truly free until death,
Poetry can deliver comfort
Carrying freedoms torch,
Standing up for  rights
Of people everywhere,
Words stirring, provoking
Creating new worlds,
Fleshed out of existence
For all to share.