Can't Keep Caged

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by Rosebud076

by Rosebud076

I do know what to write!

I can think vividly!

I can show it on sight!

Imaginative me!

Is this too much detail?

Am I oversharing?

"Four pages long?!" I wail.

It's too good for shrinking!

I write well.

I know how.

Passion dwells.

So glad now.

My mind brims with stories and plans.

Vast; impossible to go sans.

About "Can't Keep Caged": This is the alternative version of my poem "I Didn't Know I Was a Poet" from the previous page. Instead of not knowing what to write about, this poem is about knowing exactly what to write and feeling so proud of it, but then realizing it's over the word count/page limit of the assignment (which, if you know me, happens to me a LOT). Also, a cool little thing I did was in "I Didn't Know I Was a Poet", the syllable order goes 3, 6, 8. But in "Can't Keep Caged", I switched the syllable order to 6, 3, 8.