Poem, we are not so different, you and I;
We are born of an idea
To fill the blankness of the page
Yearning to express, to connect,
And perhaps reveal some truth
Before we come
To an end.
Day 15: “A poem that addresses itself (ie ‘Dear Poem)”. Originally I had this in five verses but couldn’t quite work it into the shape I wanted … I posted the original in the comments, feel free to let me know your opinion