Not such a big deal Right? It's only three digits Only 100 works of emotion Now I'd say works of art But my words aren't that They're emotion They're feelings Thoughts, impressions One hundred. How the hell did I get here? I would have thought That by now I would have given up Stopped at twenty-three and a half But one hundred?
Apparently this is my One Hundreth poem written here on Hello Poetry. Of course, that does not count the ones I haven't posted, but that's still a lot. I'm so surprised that I actually stayed with this whole poetry thing. I'm terrible with words, yet I've come this far.