The poet(disaster) that I have become
The day that my mind became too full with running thoughts
The day that my heart seemed to ooze from its physical being into the empty crevices of my body
The day that I started writing was when my mind and my heart started to communicate in such a way that my arms and fingers could barely keep from shaking
The shaking turned into aching and with the aching comes a breath of calm and the start of my fingers tapping with a need
The need to write, to type, to write and type and write and type
To write to drain all that chokes me up
To write because I am drained of all that I am
To write to hold in the thoughts that run through my mind
To write to be held with the blanket of the words that I have quilted
To write to cry out what my tears haven't leaked
To write for those that need a window into my mind as I keep the door shut
To write to feel lighter
To write to feel something
To understand
To love
To hate
I am a poet and I know the connection between feelings and words
I am a poet and I feel the words running through my veins
I am a poet who doesn't just write to write
But a poet who writes to speak, move and run
I'm a poet who writes to live
Now I know that writing to live might sound a bit cliche
But the thing about being a poet is that sounding cliche is just the start of it
You're whole thought process becomes a cliche and your feelings morph into something that fairytales and nightmares are made of
You cant think without something mystical coming out of it
You start to think of colors as more than just colors and objects as feelings
You start to compare every little thing you see and hear to everything you feel and experience
Your ideals are the same but they way they are crafted in such a way that everyone yet no one understands
People will read your pieces and hum and nod in agreement but you are the owner of these words, this piece and these feelings behind it
You wrote this piece for everyone but this piece was written by no one, the poet