Being a poet. 3/30 (30 poems in 30 days)

Being a Poet.
3/30

Being a poet means some days you feel as chosen as you hoped you would be
When you wrote something worth sharing in the silent of your broken heart
Some days the crowd cheers and tweets and calls you words you use to describe other things
They call you
Beautiful
Brilliant

Call you by your full name
And ask questions like you have the answers
And by chance you might
Might stand and sound like a poet and damn if a little theatre doesn’t become your heaven
Then you walk to catch the bus in the cold
Ride it back to a city that doesn’t give a fuck that you exist.

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