Of Poetry and Thoughts

Someone said today they didn't know if my writing was poetry or prose.
In a way, it is both.
However, if it is meant to be viewed strictly as poetry, I will specify.
I do love that it can be taken both ways.
It had never occurred to me in that sense before.

My music and writing often unfolds like the book of my life.
I believe in honesty.
It's the only way I can exist as a writer.
The music I create simmers and sometimes sits for quite some time.
But in the end, it is always worth it.

Every step along the path of my life
I've been writing it all down.
I take incredibly detailed notes.
Rather than party, I go up in my room and write.
Sometimes I simply listen to music and let my thoughts wander.

I open my journal.
Pour my heart out onto the paper.
Bleeding black ink on ivory flesh.
It can take minutes.
It can take hours.
But it's always deep.
It's always real.

I'm back to being the poet I always thought I was.
The poet I know I am.