Poetry is like the air I breathe,
Reading is breathing in and writing is breathing out.
Two of which I cannot live without.
If I was to stop, the air in my lungs would be syphoned out and I would be left gasping for air in agony, moving through life swiftly and painfully.
Poetry expresses thoughts which cannot remain silent. Thoughts that echo in my head, suffocating me with insanity, they long to be released from the prison of my frame, shrieking to be free.
As I put to pen and paper my thoughts, a poem emerges. I breathe in and I breathe out…
Reading is the anchor to my gravity. I dwell into a sphere of magic where I live countless lives, journey to unknown worlds and fall in love with extraordinary beings.
As I glance at each page that engulfs me, a story emerges. I breathe in and I breathe out…
©️ Ashleigh Wenyika
‘You Complete Me’ Poetry contest.