Defining Myself
thoughts are blurry,
swirling in my head,
unformed and unshaped,
confused,
until
the poems come;
streams of words becoming art,
becoming beauty,
forming into something solid
and true,
words defining my thoughts,
defining my dreams,
defining my life;
words flowing freely,
uninhibited;
and when all is written
I stare at the page,
poems baring my own soul
and I am able
to understand my own mind.
This poem is about:
Me