although blessed to write, in verses I toil
forged strongly and urged onward so it seems
by applauds and wishes that shadows spoil
my poetry speaks as a sword that gleams

I am just like someone with lofty dreams
a wordsmith, whose craft, in a vision came
I do not cater to vanity’s screams
or to society’s concept of fame

to think of every line for me is lame
instead I dwell on life’s many faces
my mind seeks wisdom, without any shame
sharpened true and honed by pitfall’s graces

somehow, I will arise from unknown mire
and truly paint with words, not vent my ire

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