Lines Between Living

Poetry is the language we reach for when nothing else is enough.

It lives in the grief we can’t explain, the joy that breaks us open, and the silence between what we mean and what we say.

A poem doesn’t ask permission to tell the truth. Neither should you.

This month we celebrate the ones who bled into stanzas, who turned pain into pages, who refused to stay quiet.

Every poet started with one line they were afraid to write. Write yours.