People come and people go. People love me and then they leave me (or they say they love me). People think they know me, people have thought that they could take advantage of me. But do you know what has never left me? What has always inspired me? What has never lied to me? Poetry. I have written poetry on planes, on trains, on buses, in beds, in different countries - and though there are some poems I would never choose to write again, poems that I have written for people that I now regret - that is life. Poetry is my voice, Poetry is my escape, Poetry means more to me than I could put into words - and to be honest if I have written a poem for someone that means that that person meant something profound to me, but not everybody understands that about me or perhaps does not care. Things happen for a reason. I am not perfect - but no one is. Choices are made, things are said - but life goes on. People can hurt us and move on from us - but if a poet like me has any magic to them and to their words, then we, I, can never be forgotten; people can try to forget us and make believe that we didn't have any effect on them, but in the end the truth never dies - because it is written into the poetry of life. I don't forget and I never will. Thank god I am a good person and an ok poet - because if I were to write about everything I have done and everyone I have met then who knows what poetic justice I could meet out. But, looking back, now I realise where I went wrong and who people whom I have met truly are. Time and experience is fascinating and inspiring! 😊