I’m a poet I’m a bard
I’m easy and I’m hard
I write rhymes out of time
I’ll find the words for all of my
Sorrows and my aches
Turmoils and heartbreak
I do my best to be relatable
But the reality is debatable
So date-able but hateful
Shame and self-doubt
Fill me up and pour out
Of my mouth and my fingers
They hover waiting and linger
Upon words yet unspoken
They light up awakened
Waiting