The Poet Of Me

I may not be great,
but I am a poet.

My mind escapes my thoughts in jumbles,
uneven rhymes,
                 Messy couplets,

but I am a poet.

I don't always fancy what write,
but I write to be free,
some people don't like it,
that's easy to see. 
 

but my mind doesn't make sense,
that's the beauty of poetry,
my thoughts are my own,
your minds are beyond me.

like all easy metaphors,
a bird or a tree,
my freedom and strength,
It's personal to me. 

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