I am a poet!

I walk in the shadow of others,
unnoticed, invisible, veiled
but its ok, I like it in the shade
where i'm free, unfettered

No pretending , my face bare
who cares! im unseen, unbound
Quietly observing as intricate patterns
unfold, a silent sentinel armed with a pen

Sometimes there's a flame in my pen,
alive it makes magic appear on white paper
each word like a fiery ember
Tempered only by ink

Black curls on rumpled parchment
scribblings of my quill
rich in meaning
my soul laid bare

Heartfelt critics,
Poets draught
But i write for me
I am a Poet