We are all poets.

Some of us silent, others outspoken.

Drowning in thoughts we soon hope to forget.

And burning memories we haven’t forged yet.

Our minds are murals, displayed for the masses.

A blank canvas, stained and massive.

So write a note, jot a rhyme, or rap on a track like an musical artist.

And swear upon the world, you’ll show them where your beautiful heart is…