At my first meeting
I got to my feet, and with
shaking knees and quavering voice
I proclaimed 'I am a poet'.
The other members of the gathering
put their hands together,
and clapped at my admission
The leader of the group, asked
about my addiction as I sobbed
buckets while relating my story.
Since that meeting,
I have only written two poems...
I will have to admit it
at the next meeting.
This is a fantastic piece. Very well done. I proclaimed 'I am a poet'... so true, we all do it in our own meetings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apparently, the cure is a 12-stanza process... Keep at it! -chuck