Under poetry light

Under poetry light, my verses are written between sigh and sigh. Emotions inside me engage in a fight, craving for a soulmate to hold me tight. With poetry light, I question myself if what I’m doing is right. For some I’m too much, for others too little. They always see one extreme or the other but never in the middle. Through poetry light, the world shifts in tones between poles in my mind. From my very desk I reflect about feelings, a curse or a blessing, but feeling is living.