I Am A Poet
I am a poet, So weakly defined
Mostly a hermit, Rarely speak my mind
Have not more value, Than the words that I write
In hopes that my words, Please someone inside
I am a poet, A fly on the wall
Of life as it were, Little social at all
But at times I will write, A few choice words
In hopes that those words, Indeed will be heard
I am a poet, Someone who cares,
But rarely shows it, At times I don't dare,
To reach out my arms, For fear of rejection
And in so doing, Cause my own reflection
I am a poet, A bringer of words
A singer of songs, Bard on paper poured
When I recieve inspiration, Within my own mind
I share with myself, The knowlege I find
I am a poet, With no special trait
Except to those few, Who appreciate
The words on the paper, The feeling in the lines
The notes of good tidings, And bad ones at times
Yes I am a poet, Insignificant in truth
In my own words I learn, Both adult and in youth
Should you find my words pleasing, And deep to the heart
Perhaps I have touched you, Perhaps that's a start
Kari ShinalCopyright March 5, 2008