A Poem Creates Me 1-6-04
Words are part of me
I’m alive in the rain, and the sun-
Because they allow me to feel.
Yet as I find the right words
And I put every feeling and emotion-
I am able to comprehend.
I find that I haven’t created a poem
Yet a poem created me.
It becomes everything inside of me
I breathe it, I speak it, and I live it.
A poem creates me…and I become alive.
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