Poetry Equals Me
When my hands hurt from writing so long,
Burning from quickly writing down thoughts,
Creating every feeling onto paper,
Not able to stop expressing my feelings
The only way I knew how to.
Poetry is me.
I am poetry.
I’m what I write.
What I write is what I am.
I didn’t choose poetry,
It chose me
Ever since I can remember
I have been a poet.
This is who I am,
What I’ve been,
Something I’ll be,
These words are now crafted
Into beautiful words on paper.
I did not know I could write
Something so memorable,
Something so beautiful
Until my teacher taught
A poetry lesson one day
When I was in middle school.
From that moment on,
Inspiration set in
And sparked my pen
And lit my paper on fire
With the feelings
And emotions of
My memories.