First Time Around

First day I got around
I took a look around
Sight was marvelled
But also terrified
By this site

My feet wandered
I didn't find my place
Poets so established
Poets published
I was frightened
I didn't have the gut
I knew I was no poet

All I had were a few pieces
Of expressions
I took chances
I was humbled
By the love
By the support

From there I knew
Here was home
I just needed to be me
Transform all the pressure into respect
While I transformed the thoughts into words

For now I know this
I don't have to fuss over rhyme
The words don't need the rhythm
I don't have to lie across the bonnet
To come up with fiction in a sonnet
Is it just me or I'm not alone
To often misread He'Po
As Hippo?
Haha!

Mongi C. Nkabindze