My poems
Being published

Does not make me
A someone,

Does not put me
On some map

To finally
Be heard and seen

Nor pull me up
From the shadows
Of obscurity

With promise
And accolades
Of fortune, fame
And legacy

Marking some moment
I have arrived
In Life;

No,
You see

Because,

My heart that beats
Already does

In a poetry
That lives and breathes
Within me

With an aliveness
Unrivaled

By anyone
Or anything

Making me

A someone
Who is a no one

But Love

Without ever a word
Ever needing to be seen
Nor heard...

2021, barefoot poet

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