In a thumbnail you see my avatar
Sitting high like a star
For this I’ve come far
It’s not me I tell you
it’s my avatar
If you think it’s me
on the deep end
Of this pen
You’re mistaking my friend
There are many voices within
Sometimes I don’t want to write
Nagged and kept up all night
I give in without a fight
How can I say to my
best friend
Don’t write
When its purpose is to
Take flight
To every line
I say quite
Gripping the mic
to recite
Some clap
Some snap
Some I lose
Others sit confused
This is what it’s like
To live this poets life
Much inner strife
The artist just won’t die
The pen tells no lies
It makes some smile
It makes others cry
I’m just a vessel
It is not I