Poems were mere written words

In which prose had freely flown

And whenever I let my thoughts flow

I would sit down & let my art glow

A lone wolf, among others

Sets up her life in the order

Imposed to her by her peers

For she has not the elegance of a deer

In need of a place to vent

I gave you my ears to rant

"I know I'm not the fairest of them all"

"In body & mind as a whole"

And so I wrote to you a poem

Filled with all the love & care

Your eyes watered in awe

Seeing the beauty of written words