CONFESSION OF A POETRY JUNKIE

REALITY

I hear it to my
face and behind
my back.
I am called:
an addict, junkie,
obsessive, impulsive,
dreamer, spaced-out,
nut case and more.
WHY?
Because of my love
for reading, researching,
and writing poetry;
for collecting books
of new and ancient poetry;
for attending poetry readings,
both SLAMS and Open Mike.
CONFESSION
I love words, have since
the age of 4, and then
learning to read, write
and listen to them have
tattooed my soul with
a thousand lines, titles,
and inspiration.
My addiction includes
my feeble attempts to
dare release a poem;
yet I must because I
have an addiction. I
am a poetry junkie.
I love to attend the
PAJ meetings:
Poetry Anonymous Junkies.
The inspiration fills pages.
What is your confession
relative to poetry?
JUNKIE?