Silence

What does a poet make?

When does one become a poet?

Compose a poem or more than one?

When it is read by one or many?

Compliments and comments forthcoming?

When ones work is debated?

Learnt in school even?

Read aloud at gatherings of one's peers?

Published upon paper in our own books?

When we are paid to compose?

Emotions are inspired by our works?

All of these questions,

Yet for each a different answer.

How do you feel about it?

What is your answer?

Mine, simple enough, is a simple one...

I am, because I choose,

To share a piece of my mind,

For my future immortality.

Maybe I will inspire someone in the future.

Who knows, maybe...