The Essence Of Who I Am

Every Christmas after the buzz has calmed down

The children play with their toys

And the wrapping paper looks like confetti

I sit in the corner nook of a chair and read poetry

All the books I got in my stocking

But this year was different because I didn’t get any new poetry

Instead my name was on the book on the table

Its pretty cover proudly waiting for it to be opened

But it sat rather lonely

Until I picked it up and turned every page

And tried to pretend I wasn’t the one who authored every stage

Enjoying it as a reader and poetry lover

Just another book to add to my bookshelf of covers

M.A.P

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