I'm a Poet . . .

The way I see

and feel life

the way I touch

a word escaped

from unsuspecting lips

the way I hurt

for strangers far away

and those whose troubled souls

I meet each day

The way I see

the hidden paths

of my ancestors

listen to their every breath

and gasp as our souls

violently collide

I'm a poet

there's so much here

to explain

to laugh at, to free

to refrain

No longer will I

seek paths which lead away

from this my fate