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Poetry

I am good at this one thing.
I can convey what I want to say.
I can shape and make and mold my thoughts.
I can fit and craft my words.
I know how to form my stanzas.
There is a lot I am not good at
A lot that I can not do or say,
But I am good at this one thing
No on can take it away.
I am sure this is a gift.
I am sure this can touch lives.
I know I am supposed to do something with it.
I just haven’t figured out what and how.
But I know I can…I am sure of this one thing
That I am good at this one thing
And no one can take it away.

Written By: Melinda Y. Sanders
2010 ©

Comments

  1. EmzApril 22, 2011 at 3:27 AM

    Do you write all your poems? Would you be willing to read mine?

    I like this poem, especially about how you express that no one can take it away. Poetry to me is completely myself, even if I haven't worked out all the 'kinks' or haven't studied it at such. I'm an aussie so I hope you understand what kinks mean. If you are interested this is my blog.

    http://agoodcupofteaandpoems.blogspot.com/

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