Writing

Once, I envisioned this as a simple task. 

but molding sculptures from air never is.

I sit and type

                            yet

all I got was words

essay.... story.... paper...

once words to me, no meaning

 

no value.

 

Then Poetry!

 

Now I write with confidence,

                          recklessness,

                          take chances,

                         make mistakes,

And value all of it. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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