A poetic prodigy I was
called just the other
day but I do not believe
I am different than any
other poet that writes
the words that they feel
in their hearts,their
lonesome minds to stray.

I live my life and write
what hides in the corners
of my heart.The words that
I say are those that I feel
or see,sometimes they are
just ones that I perceive
could be. They just come
naturally!

I do not see all of the fuss,
us poets just sees the world
for more than what others do.
We suffer another's pain from
thousand of miles away,our heart
soar when we see them smile or
crack a joke.Those are the words
from our hearts spoken,we feel
them and it goes in a poem!

We have a bond that cannot ever
be broken,through our words that
are scribed and spoken.We follow
each others stories as if we are
walking in the time with them,feelings
are more than what is felt within
the words scribbled in pen.Our
hearts and minds are always open!

I was called a poetical prodigy just
the other day,to me I am just one in
a million of words that are out there
ready to be heard and many more that
are just waiting to be said..we all
walk our life with a full pen!