It's Not As Easy As it Seems

For those who write poems

as easily as an athlete learns to ride a bike

I’m here to introduce you to the scrapes on my elbows

Without training wheels I stumble

upon my words. My flow, less like a downhill ride

the gears turning on their own

Instead, more like travels up a rigid, gravel road

imprinting bruises on my bottom from the seat below

Butt-hurt. Why can’t I do it?

The bubbling, boiling anger tracing down the pathway of my veins

after I’ve fallen off one

too many times. They tell me- use the emotion to build strength

in my poems. But perhaps

I was only meant to walk.