Am I a poet because I have a quick memory to remind me of which words rhyme?
Or am I a poet because I use this pen to paint the frustration and confusion that is in my mind?
Am I a poet, even though I only write at night when I’m angry and hurt?
Or am I a poet because I know that poetry is a passion that seldom translates into paid work?
Am I a poet even if I don’t want to be heard or seen?
Or am I a poet comfortable with knowing that others like me know what I mean?
Oh yes, I am a poet who recognizes that her poetry can no longer live in her head, it must be shared with the world, it must be read. I am a poet who realizes that this gift is not only a thing of beauty, but it is also the very thing that will set me free!