Call me
the artless wonder:
Who strives
to create
something,
anything
of value
of merit
of consequence
Something
that touches
things unseen,
yet keenly felt
Something
that probes
and examines
and changes
what you value
what you cherish
You.
But as I said,
I’m artless,
a lackluster creator
rarely motivated,
lacking conviction
(Or maybe consistency?)
And also I lack
courage;
all those words
that start
with a hard /k/
and remake
you into
some hero
some cape-wearer
some defender
someone Incisive and
Earth-Shattering and
Bold and
Mind-Blowing
Someone.
But as I said before
I’m artless.
So even
hoping
to be more
to be me
to be heard
to matter
feels fake;
because
I don’t create
Honestly,
I’m convinced
that I merely
imitate…
I am an artless imposter.
Alexis Attempts to Write 
The first time I read this I read it for the words…the 2nd,3rd and 4th was in realisation that this poem needs vocalising, needs reading aloud either to oneself or better still as a performed piece of poetry. Excellent x
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Thanks Deb! I really appreciate the fact that you almost always leave me a comment. It really makes my day. I think I’m working up to a point where I’ll read my poems aloud (maybe even facing the camera), so that they can be heard aloud instead of just in your head….soon I think x
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