The comeback

the revitalization—

of my personal poetic situation,

the two point oh—

getting my barrings,

and wits about me,

heart pumping and neurons firing,

pulse racing and fiery excitement,

that arrived but never went away,

for the day came,

that I felt the passion reignite,

a new leash on my poetic life,

new energetic properties,

with pulsating poetic thoughts,

and even the mere sounds of poetry,

propagating within—

both now and then,

for through poetry I intend to win,

and let the poetic chess game begin,

a light bulb moment,

of poetic ideas filled with new life—

a vital switch cut back on,

that has been there all along,

totally right and never wrong,

and been doing this from; an early teen to grown,

let alone being the poet,

that I choose to be,

for within my heart—

I am filled with a poetic symphony,

for within my mind—

no cacophony exists,

but rather a fire that persists,

and consists of an unlimited supply,

of poetic words and lines,

As I—

never ask why,

but rather takeoff and fly,

even more into the poetic realm of possibilities,

further artistic and various opportunities,

but to be fully aware and even fair,

when it comes to my natural poetic proclivities,

and to what else this could all mean,

well I’m ever accepting to this,

as poetry has become a target,

that I just can’t seem to miss,

and allowing myself—

because of this,

to dive even deeper into,

this poetical abyss—

For I—

would be remiss; to start and not finish this,

dedicated and activated,

as something anew,

for this poetic life; I will always choose,

with every personal and poetic ascension,

For I—

just can’t wait,

for the next poem to take shape,

As I—

welcome myself once again

to the art of poetry—

and my vast poetical intentions,

as I toast and enthusiastically cheer on,

and take this challenge head on,

Through my resounding reinvention.

PM