I am no poet

Tonight, I realized the truth.

I attended a spoken word concert,
that was filled with the kind of poetry that undresses you
the stage had poets who were anything from deep
To straight up hard telling.

Tonight, I found out the truth.
That I am no poet.
I don't spit lines that synchronize into a sonnet
My wrting doesn't have quadrants of rhyming words
Nor do I have stanza's that put Shakespeare to shame

Truth is, I am no poet.
I don't touch the roots of writing
enough to go searching deep in your soul
enough to have you reflect on past hurt, or future possibilities.
Deep enough to have you snap your fingers or have the crowd on their feet in a standing ovation
because so obvious is it that I am no poet.

I am much different to a writer, a verse-maker or a lyricists

I .am emotion,
pouring out onto a page.
I am tears
pouring out onto a page
I am ink
begging to paint a picture
I am truth
begging to be heard.

I may not respect how ancient greece invented poetry
I may not fully understand understand sonnets
and I may not fully comprehend poetry.

What I do understand is a need to have my voice heard,
I understand the liberation found in utterance of thoughts,
writing of emotions
and expression of feelings.

The world may  not perceive it to be brilliant,
but brilliance lies in the eye of the beholder
such is the beauty of life.