I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate questions and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.
I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.
Poetry is sanity amidst insanity, as well as insanity amidst sanity. It can be an opus of words or a visual symphony. Poetry is also the silence betwixt the chatter. It is simply nothing in a world of too much of everything. Poetry tears and heals, bringing the poet and reader to tears.
