I DID NOT CHOOSE TO BE A POET/I WAS CHOSEN
I admire Novelist and Essayist
However, I am a Poet
I didn't choose this Path
It chose me
And I can not change what I am or what I was meant to be
I found this fact out by accident
There I sat a young girl in my pre-teens
And I had questions
Questions that I wanted to ask God
Like, Why am I here?
Why was I born?
And, Where are you when I am sad?
So, I wrote Poems to God
Expecting an answer and as I grew older
And hopefully more mature
I found my answer
I was born to be a Poet
To ask questions other men dare to answer
It doesn't matter if others think this is insignificant
Because I will never write the Great American Novel
Or be the most celebrated Playwright,
They could only be Mistresses in my world.
The rhythm, the way words flow through my mind
And bounce off my heart
I did not choose my fate, It chose me
And I cannot run or hide my face
It calls out to me through every emotion life brings
It bangs at my door, when I refuse to think
It calls to me from the great beyond, "pick up your pen"
It hounds me and stalks me in the middle of the night
And I always give in, to its seduction
It is the call of the wild in my soul and mind
And there is no running away or deserting my fate
I did not choose to be a Poet
I was chosen!