Building
there was a time
when i believed
i was always right
and wrote poetry
without worrying about metre
or stanzas or rhyme
i did not use capitals
bad grammar was not
the end of the world
and i was good
there was a day
when i woke up
afraid and angry
and full of shame
or bitterness
for my lack of skill
feelings
that have yet to
fade
today
i write without
capitals or punctuation
letting my words
trip over themselves
fall like raindrops
without direction
and let them land
where they may
tonight when i go to bed
i will tuck myself in
with the window cracked
to let dreams in
with the wind
and i will feel
beautiful
and proud
of what i have done