Thursday, 17 August 2017

Sometimes, Most of the time,

February 2
Sometimes,
Most of the time,
Really,
Poems just come
To me.
This
Is an attempt
To create a
Poem.
To try and
Find
My own
Voice.
A friend told
Me that often
My poems come
From somewhere
Else...
And She's
Probably right.
So,
What does a
Melissa poem
Sound like?
It sounds like
Confused
Tentative
Hopeful
Young.
All these
Things
I am.
And I'm glad
My poetry
Sounds like
Me.

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