The Gift

It's not in the rhymes you make

That tells one who you are

It's not what you feel inside

No matter how bizzare

It's not in the story you tell

That makes the reader cry

It's not in all the mystery

That leaves them asking why

It's not in the joy you bring

That causes them to smile

Or all the fancy words you use

Or because they love your style

It's not the tales of forgotten love

That makes the reader weep

It's not the broken promises

That someone's pledged to keep

It's not in all the anger

That flows from the writer's pen

Or the feelings of betrayal

We sometimes feel within

It's not in our descriptions

That makes the reader soar

Or the feelings of bewilderment

As we leave them wanting more

It's not in all the broken hearts

That's written across the page

The hope of being famous

Or to make the world your stage

One definition cannot define

The gift that a poem brings

A poem is so much more than that

For it is all these things