I am a Poet

I am a Poet

These lines rhyme in metrical time

I am a Poet

I slay this clay of words, as I wrestle this vessel of syllables.

I am a Poet

Irritable imagery of my past misery.

I am a Poet

I make meaning out of the meaningless.

I am a Poet

The moon crescent is my adolescence.

I am a Poet

I wrap light from the dead of night.

I am a Poet

Each inhale is a rhythmic exhale

I am a Poet

These thumbs drum a song that will not be so long gone.

I am a Poet

Because the one whose Name became my reframe.