I Am Not A Poet.

i am not a poet.
i'm just someone who has a desire for letters and a fixation on the written words, and how the jumbles can fit into grandeur's of exhilaration, and be molded into beauty that has long been forgotten.
i am not a poet.
i do not lay away at nights, thinking of how my sentences should rhyme, and wondering what context or format in which my stories shall be written.
i am not a poet.
for i do not stress, i do not cower into my words, instead of pushing past with my fists. i do not worry or crease my face like crumpled ideas thrown into the trash only to be fished out, like a tug and pull. i do not go into deep thought about the horrible homecomings of lost men, of shallow souls returning after they've already been put to rest.
i am not a poet.
i don't sigh at heartbreaking love that sends me into a crescendo, or feel my body almost shatter when my ears meet the sweet sounds of suffering and of notes blowing away into the wind.


you see i am not someone that never cries or opens their heart.
i am not someone that walks away from a war that has long needed an end.
i am not someone who does not wish the best onto another, even if that other has done irreparable damage.
i am not someone that wishes to see frowns and tears and shudders instead of the grins, the laughter and the joy.
i am not someone who turns their back when times get tough, or when situations are thrust upon thee, almost too difficult to uphold.
i am not someone who judges based on lies, based on harm, or based on surface.

so don't you dare judge me.

don't you judge me;
for not using my words like weapons, but instead of a sheath, my mouth is a vessel for ardor, for fervor, and for a fire too wild for control; yet warm enough to melt the ice.
don't you judge me;
for making my laughs higher, my walks louder, and my presence stronger, because if otherwise, i would not be able to take one step.
don't you judge me;
for not wavering or drawing back, like a cowered animal, so full of fear that they might be shot.
don't you judge me;
for standing by the people i love, and for supporting them through their most idiotic actions and their most heart wrenching cries of need.

i'm not afraid to tell the truth.
i'm not afraid to end my work midway.
i'm not afraid to embarrass myself in front of a crowd.
i'm not afraid to take a rest.
i'm not afraid to let myself go, with all the blood, sweat, and tears.
i am not afraid.

i am not a poet.
i am just a girl that can't sleep.

with love and light,
eve morgan