Poetry as a Person

You see me, the sentence fragments.

You want me to be complete thoughts.

But I’m more than just the words that shape my unusual frame.

I’m your thoughts.

Your every day feelings.

I am you.

You see me, the rhyme scheme.

The beat of the day.

Thumping around.

You want me to be steady.

But what in life is constant.

I’m the unusual – the objects, people, places you encounter.

I am you.

You see me, and you see yourself.

Going through the motions, living, breathing – a living word.

You want me to tell you how it is going to be.

But you’re the one who is going to tell me.

I am you.

You see me, poetry, as an outlet.

The sanctuary!

The freedom that lets you run wild.

You want me.

But I need you.