Can Poetry... Be a She?

There always is a need to speak To speak with one… no one if it matters Often moments profoundly weak If words… if only there are enough letters! If I only know poetry to be Is poems not… unrealized diary? Yet… words I need see To justify a little but a memory And did I know she became? Becoming a believing being to be with A someone… to shield me from shame That no one I never knew… to live There… I spoke to her with words Words spoken with never a love to pen And… she heard For every one letter… be written when Gifted a she… I speak If to matter… let poetry be she Moments unfoundedly weak If only… I know poetry to be