Saturday, December 3, 2016

What am I?

So what am I?
And who
Gets to decide?
I know a mother
A wife
A priest
A counselor
A writer
Of some sort
But a poet?
A reflectionist?
And what is that
Does it matter
As long as I keep writing?
Will it come clear
I understand people
With epilepsy
Are often more creative.
This sounds good.
Maybe I am a creative
Making up words
As I go along.

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