Writer Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Couldn't say it, had to write it
write everything down, get it out of the gut
far better than being in a rut of silence.
A diary as a girl, love letters to a beau
schedules and lists as a young mother
even on the job and so it would all go
until... poetry.
Poetry evolved from
feelings swirling, twirling about
nothing to make anybody jump and shout
but from a love of the words
letting them flow from a keyboard
to become a language all their own.
Yes, I am a writer at heart
but it's not a 'bad thing'
to call myself AND
it doesn't mean I'm a good one.