They say no one reads poetry anymore. That it’s a dying art. A relic.

But I don’t believe that. Not for a second.

Because I’ve seen poetry - raw, honest poetry. Hiding in plain sight.

It’s in the 2am text you didn’t send.

The one that said, “I miss you. But I’ll get over it.”

It’s in the random Note you titled ‘Things I’ll never say aloud’ but kept adding to for three months straight.

Poetry lives in voice notes that trail off into silence.

In a screenshot of a Spotify lyric that felt too real.

In your best friend’s breakup rant that somehow turned into a monologue worth printing.

The truth is: most people are poets. They just don’t call themselves that.

They think poetry is rhymes and metaphors in dusty books.

But poetry is any line that holds emotion in a way regular sentences can’t.

It’s the caption you rewrote five times.

It’s that one-liner you put on your story that no one reacted to… but everyone felt.

So, no, poetry isn’t dying.

It’s just evolving.

Getting more private. More digital.

Less performance, more confession.

And maybe that’s the best kind.

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