I am no poet
And yet my heart must speak
I am not a master of words
But my pen stumbles resolutely on
My words are but my own
Yet they make me immortal
The giants tower over me
While onto their shoulders I attempt to climb
I am not a master, a prodigy, a great
But these words on this page
They are true
They are perfect
They are me
Author's note: just a quick little thing I wrote up...I've been kinda blocked lately, this sort of finally came out of some of the emotions I've been struggling with in regards to writing.
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