I started dreaming about
writing poetry again.
Then the critiques began
about my rhythm
and marketability.
Those messages are not of God.
God’s inspiration

Gave me eyes that could hear, and
ears that can see.
I learned to stay open.
I learned to watch life
I began listening to my heart
and soul
and the inspiration
which came to me.
As I opened my senses
my imagination flowed
with an uncertainly and
excitement I cannot explain.
what I do know is that
I am a poet.

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