I can't write the words like some of you can do
I can only write the words that in my mind come into view
I can't write words of devotion or never ending love
The inspiration for my words comes from somewhere up above
Yes words about the sea and the gently rolling hills
These are words I know and sometimes get to use
Words can be things of beauty but sometimes cruel and harsh
Some words can tell of sadness while others make you laugh
Some words of fellow poets here cover every point of view
My words are plain and simple but I share my words with you

It’s not what
you’re called
But what
you answer to

Your true
voice inside
As questions
renew

It’s not what
you say
But what
you mean

Spoken in
whispers
The truth
— never screams

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

I used to think
That poetry needed to rhyme
To be considered poetry
But then I realized
People do not need to be perfect
To be considered human