The Poet

The Poet in me grumbled

She wanted to write

To feel the release of the words unsaid

Leaving it bare and naked on the page

In the vulnerable poses of rhyme

That the people who are reckless to read

Witness the esteemed Poet

Finally tell you the truth

To give you the arrows and knives

That would make her bleed

My poet grumbles-not wanting to be ignored

Elizabeth Almeida ©2021