A little birdie told me that it’s National Poetry Month.
It got me thinking and wondering how I became a poet.
It started when I had so much to say, yet couldn’t.
When words failed me and I picked up my pen, like a bullet.
Shooting through the layers of thoughts that rattled through my mind.
I knew then and there what I needed to find.
Find a way to transfer my thoughts onto paper.
Immediately, I felt safer.
Safer to share me with the world.
Insecurities, hopes, doubts, fears, all beautifully flawed.
Yes, the little birdie also told me that I’m on my way to becoming “a beautiful soul”.
How my heart sang with joy that I finally feel whole.
Work in progress, that’s me.
Joyful to be alive, that’s me too.
How about you? Are you feeling joyful too?
Celebrating the healing art of poetry, today and always. #NationalPoetryMonth