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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