Of course, she thought
Of course I can write emails
And articles
And stories
And reflections
And journal entries
Of course, she thought,
There’s something to be said
For prosaic expression:
Tamed thoughts
Herded words
In nice neat lines
In nice neat columns
Of nice neat paragraphs
And of course, she thought
There comes a point
When words need to spill
Into whatever shape
Or form
Or style
They demand
And it is only then, she thought
With an exhale
That she is
Most
At
Home.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
Lovely way to describe writing poetry!
Thank you! I hope it captured the feeling.
You’re in! I love the way the words spill down the page/screen here, and that final “exhale” moment and then the final word–home. A powerful metaphor to answer the question in your title.
Thank you! Poetry just feels so much more natural to the way I like to express myself, so poetry MONTH is a breath of fresh air.