Accidental Poet

Never Dreamed I’d be a Poet

Looking back

Through the pages of time

I never knew my destiny

The comfort I’d find in rhyme

Of all the things one can do

Writing poetry wasn’t me

Actually, I’d not a clue

Of what my future would be

And confidence

Never my strongest quality

But what I lack there of

Taught me of morality

Then one day

My life, shaken to its core

The answer I’d searched for ten years

Left me yearning so much more

For three years

Bleeding emotional pain

In poetry I found myself

Outward my inner voice came

An internal healing

First aid for the heart

Writing poetry became

For me a new form of art

And so I write

Of this, that and whatnot

Sometimes I even write

Of things I forgot

So where I’m supposed to be

Damned if I’ll ever know it

But one things for sure

Never dreamed I’d be a poet

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