DM Babbit Poet Free verse

My Writings

If I destroyed my writings does that mean
	I was never here?
Would the world and those I know
	forget me?
If I keep them, save them for you to read
	and if I reread and rewrite them
	does that make me more real,
        living, breathing and alive?
For me,
	they hold my memories, feelings,
	love, dreams, hope and all emotion,
        revealing my mind, my heart, my very soul.
They hold me in place
	fragile, vulnerable, safe, clear 
        and sometimes distraught, crying and incoherent
	but with heartbeat, alive, living, being me.
So, here I am on display,
	still here, 
        still writing, still real
forever me, displayed in my poetry.

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Iris E. Sankey- Lewis November 27, 2015 at 5:51 PM Simply beautiful; all actions of worth are as gems, you hold the pen and your muse speaks. Blessings.

Skat A November 27, 2015 at 9:36 AM Love what you did here.

Maurice Rigoler November 26, 2015 at 6:45 PM Many feel as you do about your writings. I know my writings won't live beyond me because I'm not of that class of really good poetry writers. No matter, I write because I enjoy it and as a challenge, nothing more. If I can make someone laugh or giggle, then I've accomplished probably my first goal as a humorous poet. Thanks for the stop by, and keep writing. / M