An answer to a writing prompt Does The Mirror Agree with who you believe you are.
	
Writer of poetry
Writer of images
Writer of personal journeys
I am not an entertainer
I am not a spoken Word Artist
using hyperbole and tone
To accentuate written thoughts
I am a writer first last and always
Who questions if his words
Have meaning beyond
Verbs and adjectives
Artfully articulated
I question the worth
Of my personal reflections
To an audience of my peers
I am a writer
Who is compelled to say
What my mind stirs
Into motion, haunting
Me every minute
Every hour
Every Day
Until I release the must do
From the swirling tsunami
That is my mind
I am a writer
Whose compulsive addiction
Is a release from the anguish
Portrayed in my mind’s eye
As if the release is a natural high
I am a writer who understands
Late in life that my work
Never defined me
Or the raw release of emotions
That has become necessary
For my emotional survival
Expressed in poetic form
I am a writer first last and always
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2025-07-20 at 18:32
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First Last And Always
I am a writerWriter of poetry
Writer of images
Writer of personal journeys
I am not an entertainer
I am not a spoken Word Artist
using hyperbole and tone
To accentuate written thoughts
I am a writer first last and always
Who questions if his words
Have meaning beyond
Verbs and adjectives
Artfully articulated
I question the worth
Of my personal reflections
To an audience of my peers
I am a writer
Who is compelled to say
What my mind stirs
Into motion, haunting
Me every minute
Every hour
Every Day
Until I release the must do
From the swirling tsunami
That is my mind
I am a writer
Whose compulsive addiction
Is a release from the anguish
Portrayed in my mind’s eye
As if the release is a natural high
I am a writer who understands
Late in life that my work
Never defined me
Or the raw release of emotions
That has become necessary
For my emotional survival
Expressed in poetic form
I am a writer first last and always
Poetry by Kee Zealy

Read 777 times
Written on 2025-07-20 at 18:32
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