Who Are We Poem by Clare Clare

How are we poets
When we feel like broken pens pouring out ink
Read like tales
Often misunderstood and considered complicated by many
When all we write is the pieces of us

How do we get a say though
When all the words are compressed as writing
And the tears out as ink and no more to cry
All the laughter in metaphors we rewrite to get it right

We may be the monsters we hide from
The tides we run from
The storm we shelter from
Pens in need of paper