Closet Poet

If you'd ask me who I am

I wouldn't answer: poet

I'm a musician, athlete, scholar,

Reader, avid writer.

Yet in my darkest hours,

Sometimes I need an outlet.

For heavy things,

Ugly things,

That weigh upon my chest.

And other times when I might burst,

From happiness or excitement;

I let it all gush out onto paper.

And when confused romance,

makes my heart dance,

I string my love like diamonds,

into a phrase.

I love to write stories, but

Poems make words art.

Delicate and Beautiful,

Or Strong and Meaningful;

They inspire you,

Make you sob,

Make you dance,

Change your perspective.

So I place myself upon a throne,

Of my own words.