All the time – there is a poem I am searching for.
And every time –
That I cannot find a poem in me,
This sustaining breath –
This insignificance – that is my own –
It is all I can see.
Because words aren’t enough.
And most of the time –
I’m not enough –
And the only time I feel enough –
Is when I have poetry – Forever changing
The art in being – Me
© Shihori Obata
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