Daydream

 Every poem feels like a daydream

For a poet who mourned the 

Death of her words that couldn't

Be brought to life by merely 

Writing it down.

I fall into a haze never really

Knowing how I began but as soon

As I write the last word I are aware 

Of my breaths and my words feel

New to me.

I always read my poems over and 

Over to find errors but never once have

I read it to understand what I 

Felt when I used my words to

Tell the world a story.

I love my poems through the ones

That read it and make it their own,

Because on days when my paper stays blank

I go back to them to remind me

Of the days when I used to feel a thing or two.