To Be Me

To enter the precarious force that is the mind To accept the perilous and perfect emotions of self To love the inherent nature of words And to inherit the beauty they offer To rhyme or not to rhyme, that is the question To write pain into the pen and reap pleasures afterwards To be oneself with no judgement, only paper A verse that is as free as the author To converse with valiant effort, offering varying values To find treasures in the classic stories told by others To be inspired by otherness and aspire with similar originiality This is what poetry has taught me.