I Wish People Were Poetry

I wish people were poetry,
So they would know, I too speak and cry,
And how much I love the touch of words,
As they’ve given me wings to fly.

I wish people were poetry,
So they’d know how every word is strung,
How hard it take to define a word,
that you’ve never learnt.

I wish people were poetry,
So they would sing along with the rhyme,
They would see all my tears,
That I hid while  crying.

I wish people were poetry,
So they would know how I embrace my
Scars within the metaphors,
They would appreciate me
For hiding how strongly it hurts.

I wish people were poetry,
So I could adore their similes,
Beautiful as a dream,
And I won’t defy, for the first time,
That they’re how they seem!

I wish people were poetry,
So they can know that a poem
Is Beautiful even if it doesn’t rhymes,
And they could console me, telling
It isn’t easy to be strong, all the time.

I wish people were poetry,
So they could see the beauty
Of unspoken words,
And the pain that makes them
So heavy as they’re carried, unuttered!

I wish people were poetry,
So they would know that
sharing pain could help it cure,
But they aren’t poetry,
They haven’t heard me weeping
And I’ve heard them say,
‘You should speak more.’