Matthew Anish Poet Free verse

No Apologies

Rumour has it
that you write

     There are many 
amateur critics ready

to put you down

    You don't have to 
apologize

     for your life style,
for your work

     for anything you do
    When the summer begins 
        to die

  Feel the winds of
 September in your bones

    Let your creativity 
grow like a late-blooming 
   flower

     Now you feel 
only the wind

     It doesn't judge 
you

     It frees your spirit 
from the stifiling heat
     Let the sound of 
trumpets
Reach your soul

Pick up a pen

  Tell them your hopes, 
wishes, dreams

Let the critics talk

You are the 
flowing river
of magic words

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