I’d like to think I’m a poet

with symphonies of words 

flowing from my pencil 

but I’m not

Not that anyone thinks I am

 

I’d like to think I’m an artist

blessed with the ability to move people

with a single brushstroke 

but I am not unfortunately 

Though I wish I was 

 

So much I wish I was

I’m so much more in my head than on paper

 

I like to think I’m more than I am

but I’m not