A Poet A Writer I Am. Not A Magician Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Often I would sit.
Finding the time to ask myself,
Do I write for the enjoyment of it.
Or if this interest is more a gift.
I am made accountable.
And held responsible.
For what it is I say to mean.
In the way my approach,
Leaves no one feeling...
Neither defended nor demeaned.
Should I as a poet and a writer,
Be less or more...
Than any other human being?
To claim emotionally I am not connected,
By a life I live to pretend I do it...
Unaffected.
When the fact will always remain,
Whether or not I am a poet or a writer...
First I am a human being.
Both living and feeling,
What it is I see to observe.
And grateful to be able to express,
My experiences to address them...
Not from a distance to imagine.
But from a point of view,
Some may dispute if this is what they choose.
Although my life to know I've been blessed,
Without it to debate.
Or how best I 'should' relate...
My opinions to write them,
More effective if I decided...
To imitate done to elaborate,
Their reality to live it...
From places I will never feel.
Or spend time to describe,
What is not my experience.
Imagined or to live.
Too distant to find this attempt to make real.
I am a poet.
A writer.
God did not bless me with magician abilities.