As a poet,
I was beyond excited
To have an opportunity
To publish my first poem
Ever.
I skip on over to my wooden desk
Grinning and giggling every second
As I sit down in my creaky old chair
My fingers fly out towards a half-empty pen
And capture it in the cage of my hand
Ready to smear it against the pure white page
To create my first published poem
Ever.
But I write absolutely nothing.
It doesn’t make sense!
How could I,
A writer,
Not write?
Seriously!
The whole point of being a writer
Is to write
Can someone make this make sense?
Wait, I have an idea
So there’s this princess
She’s imprisoned in this dreadful tower
By some sickening dragon
And she’s waiting for someone to save her…
No, that’s too cliché
What about these to students
They’re the best in their class
But they’re super competitive
And only one of them can be the class president
So they work really hard to be elected…
No, that’s too boring
Okay, I think I got it:
There’s this girl
She’s the school loser
No one likes her, not even the teachers
She struggles to get through the day
And cries throughout the night
She doesn’t think life will ever get better
Until she meets this guy
And her whole life improves…
Too misogynistic!
What’s the point of even being a writer
If I cannot write?
It doesn’t make sense.
Sense.
I like that word.
Sense.
What makes sense?
Well, I guess when I’m writing
I feel myself being lifted off of my chair
And soar far into the sky
Where the stars greet me with a smile
And wrap me up in their arms
That makes sense
Or the fact that there are roses growing in my shower
They ran away from the garden
Because it was drier than the Sahara
And found a loving home in my bathroom
Which is now covered with soft mud
Prickly thorns
And a thousands petals of red
That makes sense
And I know these things don’t make sense to you
But they don’t have to
I carry these ideas deep in my beating heart
So I can feel their warmth within my soul
When I’m alone in the dark and there’s no tunnel of light
I remember these ideas
That make sense to me
And I smile
Even though everyone thinks I’m insane
Because I find sense in these “out of this world” things and-
I know what I’m going to write about