Some Kind of Poet

I wish I was some kind of poet

who didn’t know it

Then, I could pretend to be lost

and not try

or even think

about trying

I could just pretend I was

giving it all up to God

and hoping for the best

But,

I know better.

Life is.

It exists.

It’s your breath.

A constant carving.

A constant making.

You can’t sit back

and watch

You have to be

Get into it

Surpass yourself

Remember

what joy is

It’s a process.

It’s a lesson.

It’s a teaching.

It’s a forgiveness

and embrace.

You remembering you

and then moving

with every thought

you have

Picking up and throwing away

or stashing

It’s madness

in trial and error

then you overcome

and it all

makes sense

Don’t hate me

because I wonder why I am

Hate you because you wonder

why I am