by thoughtsgather

Me. Me. I am a poet.

This evolution was more of a revolution

Suddenly, words began to converge in my being, as if sent from the divine

Images flashed, begging to be immortalized

The waves in the pit of being told me this dis-ease would only ease with words

Out of my thoughts in some convergent fashion

Or in the chaos of the swirling of sights and of sounds

As the pen is put to paper

The waves diminish and panic subsides

The words transform

And I no longer find fear in that label, in that word. Poet