Sometimes I forget
Not everyone knows I'm a poet.
That's okay because sometimes
I forget too
I forget the weight that words have on my chest
I forget the feeling of my fingers moving freely across my keyboard
A million thoughts clouding my mind until one materialises through written word
I forget the freedom of writing
I sometimes even forget the meaning of a poet.
What is a poet?
An artist?
A lover?
A fighter?
A hater?
A cynic?
A critic?
A human?
Human.
Poetry is art
Humans create art
Art makes us human
It's funny how that works
Because poetry is like a therapist
Some will never set foot in their office
Others will have scheduled appointments weekly
Me?
I forget Dr. Writing exists until my life turns to shards
While I smell the daisies, she hears nothing of me
While I break down in pieces, she is all I know
Now I greet Dr. Writing as an old friend
I greet her with open arms and open heart
And yet sometimes I forget I am even a client of hers
Today someone didn't know I was a poet
And this shocked me
I thought it was obvious
I thought poetry was all I could speak of
I thought poetry was all I could speak.
And yet
I was shocked
Because up until I had been reminded
I had forgotten that I was a poet.