Power of Poetry

I wished I was a poet.

Never got my wish
or even close to it

I bared jealousy to any composed a poem,
denying their talent,
denying them.

Truth, I was ignorant to assume:
that "poetry is a choice".
Didn't know it becomes your doom.

I knew, no pen will write, no hand will type,
if the feeling didn't mature,
if the idea didn't ripe.

Storming in wonder, has this been my flaw?
I never knew why my words were tasteless and raw.

After that storm, the sky came clear.
In the middle my flaw
was visible and very clear.

I'm too proud to be a poet!
That is the wall.
I can't cross it!

Poetry has power, for which you should surrender.
Obey it! Not to think
not to wonder.

Meditate or don't!
Even let go of your thoughts.
Poetry like a storm within,
will crush your boats.

I never felt that storm in my soul.
All I know,
are some words to call.

Obeying poetry is an oath I couldn't make.
Thus my poems, will remain shallow and fake.

My words are forced and raped.
Fixed against the line,
deformed and shaped.

In my poems there is no magical feeling,
nor the idea of a genius.
Because, to you, almighty poetry,
I'm too proud to pay my obedience.