A Semblance of Normalcy

On My Writing (I)

My writing is clumsy,
Constantly lacking elegance,
Consistently absent of eloquence.
It has no rhythm or rhyme,
No drumbeat or heartbeat to keep time.

Erupting grace from my mind
Always ends up out of tune,
But I no longer feel ashamed,
I presume because this writing is mine.
It's my emotions wrapped
Into a common notion,
And they're only my own.

I couldn't ask for anything more.