Monday, April 21, 2014

Poetry has never been my specialty. I've always envied those who have the gift to put simple words together and make it sound so beautiful. The way they can speak them with such power and emotion. I wish I was able to get out of my box enough to do that. You can say I'm jealous. Very jealous actually. I try and try and try and try. I can never find the right words. But these poets that we all know and love do it with such easiness, or so it seems. Jealous. Envious. Frustrated. Yes, that is me. But at least I get the enjoyment of reading the great poems that have already been written.

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