I Like to Poem

(Yes. I'm going to be using "poem" as a verb; there's worse things to focus on. :p Also, I'm free versing here.)

34 Lines on... enjoying one's hobbies/interests/nonsense and letting go.

I like to poem.

I poem when I roam.

With words, rhythm,and beat;

sometimes with just my feet;

I like to poem.

When I'm up;

when I'm down;

when I strut,

or am a happy-sad clown;

I like to poem.

Now, I am no expert,

when it comes to words.

I start to ramble on,

like a cage full of birds.

I like to poem.

But, I enjoy communication.

The ebb and flow of vocal thought,

even in frustration;

lacking hesitation.

I like to poem.

My words would scream to get out.

But, were blocked by my self-doubt.

So I bottled them up;

cup after cup.

With incredible pressure;

seek some release.

I bought a plane ticket;

to a retreat.

I shattered the glass.

With [literal and uncontrollable] screams from the past.

So now I'm all empty,

in the best way.

The world's weight is gone.

I can happily play.

I like to poem.