I think there is a poet in me
she’s been hidingI didn’t know she was there
I didn’t see her
I didn’t hear herI didn’t watch for her
wait for her
listen to her
or know herand yet, when I come to this place in the woods
and I sit down
and I open my mouthpoetry comes out
and I really think
she’s been here all along.–Molly, 5.15.2012
The Hidden Poet
Categories: poems, spirituality, theapoetics, writing
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