I’m known as Accidental Poet
AKA AP
I’ve been told it’s by no accident
That a poet I came to be
The accident in question
A mistake of my own
As writing poetry
Nothing I’d ever known
It began as therapeutic
To deal with family loss
My birthmother’s passing
Five years earlier I lost
And so, it began
The pulling on my heart
My Muse got my attention
Though there from the start
Forty-three years
Of emotions on hold
Suddenly the floodgates opened
The words began to flow
Three years later
I was still writing
Gravitated towards the rhyme
Now so exciting
I was writing poetry
No one more surprised than I
I couldn’t believe what I saw
Right there before my eyes
Naah, I’m not a poet
Poets are talented writers
All I’m talented at is
A #2 pencil biter
But eventually I gave in
The evidence from my own pen
A poet I must be
And all along I’ve been
The accident in question
I didn’t believe I was a poet
So, guess what
Now I know it
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