First Few Lines

I wrote, the first few lines,
Lines of a saint,
Lines of a sinner,
Of a scholar,
A writer without words,
A blind artist,
A mad psychotic fool,
Ruler of the universe,
Inconspicuous nothing,
A nobody,
An adolescent,
A seer,
A heretic,
The black rebel,
A whispering girl child
Looking for her faith.

I wrote, the first few lines,
Knowing nothing,
Thinking everything,
Willing not to
Feel,
Hoping not to
Think.

Poetry, with her
Everything arrived-
Meaning, depth,
Great power,
Expressionless emotion,
And magic expression.

Profound wisdom
Of one who felt so much,
And saw so little.

It was when
I knew,
It was how
I discovered,
It was where
I was reborn,
It was me,
You, a feeble gas lamp,
And me.