The Poet For a Day / The Poet(s) Forever

 The Poet For a Day

The Poet(s) Forever

I used to embody

the empty pages

before me

the poet

writes, writing worlds

being the poet

means building worlds

together

in a friend group

standing alone never alone

The poet

writes of love we found in us

I used to love

wondering what came next

being the poet

means getting impatient & 

writing it

something that

not everyone can except,

but it’s okay

made sense out of

abstractions into beauty

nonsense 

is something God made for

people who look hard

into something

no longer there

Alone is embedded in

words on the page

alone

The shadows that

accompany, watchful eyes

I’ve learned

how to not be

boisterous when I

learn how to let

the wind carry me

to share

means to pour out of

my importance 

an empty picture

to know the sound

of the background

to share

to allow emptiness

to pour into you

my duties

laugh cry smile

repeat with you

I used to embody

empty means the destined

to be filled or at least

that’s what fairytales

said

the poet

writes a story of us

that took us too long

to get to where we are now

this is my

story of how we met

final bow

to the late-night terrors

as a 

little girl grown into

a woman

solo act

lived longer untold.