Why I try (to be) a Word Magician
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The Sun rises,
Birds fly,
a man missing both legs
-he runs-
better than me,
better than you,
but WHY?
a poem can make me Somedays,
another will bother me relentlessly,
will each Breath
re-aline the words,
to make them work.
It is still not right...
My own words allow the world to see me,
as I am,
or who I want to be.
Its funny,
my poems know more about me than all the people surrouding me.
It offers a somewhat private way,
to whisper my secrets,
and sometimes the secrets slip right past them.
Others,
when confronted,
when asked,
all I need say,
"It is only a poem."
-A.M.M.