I raise my pen
Against the page
Sturdy in thought
Fervent in words
Writing ✍️ down on that paper below
The words begin to flow
Not a flaw or mistake
As my words are many
Whispers of sentences
Raising in my mind
A poet is what I am
Putting words to rhyme
And creativity in my hand
No one writing ever the same
Hidden in the words I say
A personality
A character
A rhyme
The poets hand
So unique
Each a different style
Though a poets word can go a mile
A poet is what I am
