I Am a Writer

When I was a small child My life was filled with grief sadness and tragedy And in time my thoughts and words turned inward I became fascinated with nature Sometimes found talking to flowers and forest trees The past calling me from old crumbling buildings When I was a small child Written in my poems Experiences from my own personal sad life In the beginning words just fell on white Later my words became more meaningful I have lingered long with form rhyme and syllables Have pondered the writings of the late great poets Written in my poems Their writing inspires me I rebel like a wild vine growing in nature I like my poems untidy and messy uncontrolled Perhaps often I write non-metrical My poetry repeatedly tells a true story Each day I study the style of late great poets Their writing inspires me At last finding my Zen I can see quite clearly the map of my life Past destinations so dark and scary And then some so lovely and wonderful I have the power to chose where my mind wanders Yet would I change one single day of my life no At last finding my Zen ____________________ December 15, 2017 Poetry/Narrative/I am a Writer Copyright Protected, ID 17-9722-56-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under pseudonym.