If it wasn't for poetry
I am nothing, I may not exist...
maybe no one does
there appears to be some rules
that mean you get a speaking part
but the words are scripted, so I stepped back
I wished I could be happy
speaking lines and coming in on cue
but it felt too empty
I became an accidental mixed media artist
the beauty of turning gathered items into something ~ creations that connected
then I took all my nothing
and started turning it into something
snippets of soul and emotion
shaped into beautiful things
If not for poetry I wouldn't know
my unspoken words that don't fit the script
could matter or belong in the world
everything is temporary
but I exist when my words take shape and connect
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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