Sometimes
sometimes
i long to be a thought
tucked inside a poet's mind
pressed against their heart
sometimes
i long to be a word
rolled across a poet's lips
spoken as they read
sometimes
i long to be the ink
flowing in the tremble
of a poet's hand
pressing down
on blank sheets
sometimes
i want to be a poem
a masterpiece
conjured in a mind
and just linger
in an afterthought
sometimes
i want to be the poet
just to be anything
but me
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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