WHAT WORDSWORTH SAID, I THOUGHT IT OVER

All my life I wanted to be a lawyer
A doctor, a journalist,
Some sort of a stoic,
But hey,
Well, why not a poet?
A stoic I am not
There is no shame in cathartic thought
Because you feel so deeply
So strangely
So desperately misunderstood
Painfully under own foot
Kicking yourself in the head
Storing extremities
Pushing them away
Perhaps they aren’t so different
From the feelings of others
Perhaps everyone feels like you
To some extent
Your feelings are just magnified times two
And maybe you should allow them to relate
Open the mind
Open the heart
Open the pen
Be a poet
Just like you were meant

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