I'm not sure I belong here
But who am I to judge?
I know nothing of poetry
My major is not literary
Honestly, I'm willing to bet
These words sound nothing
To you, my reader, as they do
As I sit here and type
As I read them back in my mind
But I can feel the words.
I can feel the lines.
And I so desperately need
To remember how to feel.
I may not be a poet,
But I can sure try
And I appreciate you all
Who embrace my makeshift verses
And offer me solace