I Am Not A Poet

I am not a poet
I was never meant to be
But the words inside me need a way out
I will write until I can write no more
And maybe then will I understand my thoughts

Here is an insight to my soul
Here lie my thoughts and my worries and my cares
When spilled out on the ears of others
They come back; thrown in my face
When spilled out onto the pages on this blog
They can be finally laid to rest
Where mockery and skepticism can reach only so far
And the thoughts and secrets of my soul are forever untouched and unmoved
Only known

I am not a writer
I am eloquent in speech
But when it comes to writing
The words come out scrambled
So here's to those who choose to attempt to decipher my verses

You will find nothing extraordinary here
You will find nothing of great interest or experience
You will find nothing noteworthy or breathtaking or attractive
I promise little
Only that what I write will be true to my thoughts and my feelings
And my words will be organic and naked on the screen before you

I am not a poet
I am simply a Flower Quickly Fading
With a story to tell