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poetry is a gift given to me
it did not come with riches
it did not come with fame
it did not come with a big name
it came with something
I can't explain in my wildest
dreams each step was a
level up just enough
to keep from giving up
on something I loved
more than I was ever loved
more than I ever thought
it gave me energy
it gave me heart to be
bolder than I ever been
felt a touch it was just wind
blowing my way pulling
me back telling me to stay
help was on the way
to pull me out the slump
get me over the hump
take back what was stolen
told me I was chosen
to spiral compassing
earths core to do more
I didn't believe a word of it
didn't want to hear of it
felt like running in fear of it
to do what one loves to do
is a great sacrifice
I had to actually let it go
swearing I'll never write
no more deep in the night
it summoned me I tried
but I couldn't sleep
got up out of bed onto my feet
pacing the floor asking
"what do you want from me"
can't you see I'm in agony
I have nothing to give
I have no more I don't
even want to live
it's in my blood it's
in my bone to write
lyrics sing my song
wake up reciting ideologies
when God gave me poetry
God gave me something
to love and something to love me
