What I Couldn't Have
It started with a pen of great power
Through which I sought to hold forever
It ended when I lost that tool
And thought I now was without rule
What I couldn't have
What I didn't think I could achieve
Was always within my reach
As ripe as a freshly picked peach
My wonder wound its way
Through my inner most being
What I thought was a problem as enormous as space itself
Was in fact me doubting myself
I inquired my mentors
I asked my friends
I questioned myself
Should I put poetry away on a shelf?
"No"
"No"
"I have no idea on this earth or in heaven above what to do nor what I know."
The answer that I did not know was poetry was a part of my present, my now
Giving up was an option
But risking the loss of what could be a part of me
Was not something I was willing endeavor
I knew only that my mind was clever
I knew that without my instrument I trusted so much
I could still be a clever girl
I could still be who I wanted
I could still write well and flaunt it
Poetry is the bang to my boom
The mush to my shroom
The flash to my zoom
And the bed to my room
Poetry, my zone of relaxtion
Poetry, my real life application
The reality where I can be myself
The form of writing like nothing else
What I couldn't have was the knowledge of where I will be led
But the knowledge of where I am is what I'm read