Poetry escaped me
Like a child escapes an angry father
Like a river escapes the bed below
Like a virgin escapes a lustful glare

A poet I thought I was
A poet I thought I would be
Lost in rhymes and thoughts and meaningful words
Maybe it was not to be

I tried a rhyme and then another one too
Realizing the mind’s potential without further ado
The heart and the mind played a pretty symphony
There are two poets in every being’s anatomy