It's Me, Poetry

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For New Year's

two years ago,

I asked for a fountain pen

instead of an iPod because

at that point, the words would

flow out of me like blood from

a fresh cut.

 

Many people say

they are speechless.

I'm not.

 

I can find the words

to convey these feelings,

thoughts,

observations,

regrets.

 

Spare me the pity which

You conjure because you think

that I'm "so quiet."

My poems can overpower

Your loudest thoughts,

and I won't have to say

one

word.

 

I'm a poet.

I write because I crave it.

Because I am poetry.

I am my own blank, creamy page.

My own side note

in the corner of the notebook.

And my poems

are Me.

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