A Poetess?

Speculating whether I am a poetess;

Some shun my openness,

Others acclaim my outspokenness.

Poetry is a means of not being motionless.

 

Some words used are habitus,

While they may strike hearts dolorous.

Adjectives, nouns and verbs quite riotous,

Releasing the bound up inner quietness.

 

My roaring inner lioness

By no means becoming a prophetess,

Liberating innermost feelings gratuitous,

Nonetheless a task which is onerous.

 

Hitherto wondering whether I am a poetess.

 

Written: June 2, 2024

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