They warned me to be careful
They told me I was playing with fire

But they don't know that I can't get burned
Because I am made of embers
The fire is already blazing in me

Most humans drink coffee and wine
They consume television and mainstream novels
They feed their souls with popularity contests and safe relationships

But poets
We could not survive without passion, intensity, and meaning
Everything we feel is felt to the depths of our souls
We are the ones to put into words the unspeakable pain of heartbreak
The incomprehensible joy of falling in love
We are the ones brave enough to say out loud the diaries of a thousand souls

Us poets
We drink tea and whiskey

I don't think I've actually written a poem
It's always felt as if I was rather discovering it as I went along