poems

There is nothing new

In my poems

They are mirror images

Of my life

Different people

who know me

Will read

them

Relate to them

Even say

‘I remember when she said it’

Why write then

You may ask

I have asked too

It is not

Catharsis

Ego

Intent to share

Become a literary denizen

None of the above

Because

I haven’t written them

The words

They vacated my head

Opted for a new home

Where they could

Feed each other

Sustain

Outgrow me

my words are not parasites