Poetry Waits for You

Don’t tell me you can’t write poetry.

Did you not live your own life yesterday?

Did you wear someone else’s shoes, walk down someone else’s street?

Or open someone else’s door with someone else’s key?

Universal themes may stretch across the ages

Common threads that weave humanity

Can’t lessen the importance and uniqueness of an individual

Your poetry has not been written before.

It is waiting impatiently for you.

Does not your gut want to express that feeling

Your heart want to explore that welling up inside

Do not your legs want to lay out the arguments, deciding whether to run away or dance

Please

Don’t tell me you can’t write poetry

It’s rumbling about in your head

Tumbling out on your lips

Pick up the pen

Let a poem tell you about you

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