Power of Prose

How much I used to detest poetry.

Superfluous words on a page,

roundabout ways of saying nothing,

word vomit with excessive rhyming.

Prose opened the door which showed me

poetry in its true form.

Free, elegant lines of raw emotion.

No rules, just hidden thoughts.

The English language used in the

most powerful way possible.

The words speak, dance, tremble.

They awaken

They arouse.

They evoke.

Prose stirs something inside that

you don't know exists.

Delicate feelings, hard determination,

wavering resolve, scandalous love.

A vehement love for our mother tongue,

a fervent gratitude for the gift of language,

and a propensity to let it all spill on the pages,

such is the power of Prose.