To be a Poet

It hurt so bad

that I became a poet

for the words of loss and longing

I could not say out loud

so I chose to write them on paper

with harsh slashes and scars

marring the clean lines

of a thin heart

hoping to relieve some of this burdening pressure

so that I can breathe

It hurt so bad

I became a poet

so that I could spew out the words

that haunt me

that swirl around begging to be released

It hurts so bad

I don't want to be a poet

I don't want to be fluent in the language of sorrow

to be able to twist and turn and churn hieroglyphics into something meaningful

to give one shivers and goosebumps

I don't/want to be a poet