Dear Poets

Battles I fight could never be recognized they can neither be expressed nor dramatized nor will those I fight for ever know The fact is, getting in my shoes is no more than a metaphor literally, the damage inside has already been done but pain is only just where healing begun I've been called stubborn, selfish and heartless for choosing a side I've taken what may come and taken on every path in stride wrong turns have made me strong right turns have reminded me where I belong Dreams we dream and dreams we live which is which, which you believe if it's not, experience is in the knowing All I know is one of them keeps me going My strength is not of my fist My strength is not of my willpower My strength is not of my writing My strength is in you, all poets For I strive to appeal to your tastes For that better comment, for those good rates For life begins when you find those who can relate For the end is when individuality don't translate Where is this manual on how to right poetry Watch forums becoming critics factory no patience for lengthy poems, oh what mockery reputation and misspellings puts you off, is that necessary criticise, be constructive and positive You're from a different background and so is the collective