btween march and june of 01

what importance has a single poem written by some bashful
      girl on an unremarkable day
one must consider it a waste of time and tears, to moan
      over lost pieces of paper and files.

but for me; i call myself a poet and a bard; and my poems
      are what i have to say.
they are fragments of my being, if being i am when
      i write 'em, and put 'em in piles.

i feel as if i was sappho, when her poems were burned,
      her thoughts set on fire, her scrolls turned into ashes.
my poetry tells my stories, reveal my anxiousness,
      deals with my fears.

my words are what make me worthy, what make me real.
      if not for them, i'm no more than dashes.
with a poem i had myself for a first time
      showing love, crying sweet tears.

with a poem i had myself for a first time
      almost dying, in an ocean of real illusions.
with a poem i had myself for a first time,
      from a smile, drawing conclusions.

with a poem i had myself for a first time,
      being me and knowing what i needed and still need.
with a poem i had myself for a first time,
      with many more first times to feed.

with a poem i had myself for a first time,
      and for a first time i feel the loss of a part of myself,
            and my most precious gift.

(p.s.: written in red)

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