The Birth of a Poet

Let me wait for that perfect moment,
before pen strikes paper,
to understand that words use thee,
than claiming words to be thy own.
Let me seek through wanton thoughts,
in search for that precious word,
that never hesitates to touch,
and ever fearless with its hold.
Let me live through every breath,
breathing, gasping, panting, grasping,
in between heartbeats remaining,
penetrating random woes.
Of pains and [...]

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