It’s a competition not competing for a prize
It’s about poetical pride.
I took every chance to change,
They told me to never give up or give in,
There’s no gain without pain.
Face your fears! All I saw was a face of tears.
I had my book hooked with a pen
To paint down those fears with poetic words.
Words beating saying,
Put me down in ink now I’m no longer a poet.
I am poetry because of those words.