To stanzas

my stanzas
my precious stanzas

how miserable I felt two poems ago
writing in single lines

I felt frustrated
what is going wrong?

I felt confused
what am I writing about?

I felt nothing
why can I not have that feeling
that joy
that excitement
that freedom
that every poet feels?

I realized 
that I had lost myself
that you were lost
that I was alone
that you were alone
my stanzas 
my beloved stanzas

every poet
starts with the individual lines

it’s their first time after all
learning the craft of poetry
but once you find her
find my stanzas
you start feeling an emotion
this extinct effervescent emotion which floods your body
feeling bursts of joy throughout the day

you feel the hugs
you feel the smiles
you feel the night sky kisses
you feel the deeper layers of life making your purpose more complete
you feel the massage of those beautiful paragraphs brushing your fingertips as you write

it’s like you wake up as a new person
with her side by side,
her jacket, the notebook, warming my stanzas,
under the pillow
on the coffee table
by the desk
I will always be with stanzas
stanzas will always be with I

whether her hair is long or short
stanzas remains to be noticed

the poetry inside her
it makes your heart smile laugh cry

I know that
if I ever lose myself
I write in stanzas
to find myself 
again

and if you are feeling 
lost my fellow poet
know this:
find her
find stanzas 
and then write in her 
leaving your crazy imagination to the rest