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.