So where did it begin?
Sat and wrote
I thought this must be a joke
Letters formed before my eyes in plain sight
They turned me into a Poet I was meant to be
Directed by own ability
But it was through Heaven’s guidelines
I became an automatic Poet
My inner thoughts needed to be expressed
You could call a testimony of confess
Being like cotton through the nylon
My own daily words to look upon
You never know unless you give a try
My fears felt like a war cry
I became a Poet being I
It was Heaven that gave me the inspiring gift
It was the moment that came swift
Time became my words to the world
A revolving swirl
My beginning until end
No hold bars nor pretend
No worries nor fear
Preserver
Stop only for a short pause
My purpose had a cause
Conquered struggles unmeasurable
Being confident made me able
I don’t know what holds for my tomorrow
Being a Poet now is my morrow
My own accord having no sorrow
A legacy encouraging others in their own possibilities
Let it become responsibilities
Assured influence
This is who I am
My words know me better
Before into the after
From valleys to mountain tops
Encouragement that says don’t stop
My own horizons I hold close
Now you know
Don’t you ever let go
Be your own best poet that you could ever be
Believe in yourself for all to see
Word stories, who knew?
Now pursue