They sometimes call it talent
But we know that's not true
For talent is something worked for
Earned by only a few

They call it inspiration
Others say a muse
A silent partner that we can't see
Feeding us words to use

They say it's about emotion
We write the way we feel
Hoping to find a little peace
From what our souls conceal

They say it's all the pretty words
Stacked in a perfect place
They say it's found inside of us
A feeling we must embrace

But it's more than all the words we write
That gives our souls that lift
The poem becomes who we are
For a poem is a gift