I never thought myself a poet
Not by format nor by soul

As I never understood
What constitutes a sonnet
Or what’s considered prose

I’ve heard of free verse
Of stanzas and of odes

But never thought myself a poet
Never knowing what makes one so

I’ve appreciated poetry
From a young age to my own
Admiring the ways
A poets words can bare their soul

So even if I don’t know
What makes a poem a poem
Or what makes a poet so

I think I might be a poet
Because I want to share my own