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Here is another. Her transition to acceptance of her mortality was complete.

Why I Am a Poet

10/25/2001

I look at the leaves today.
Brilliant, positively brilliant.
I wish I could blow peoples’ minds.
I wish I was brilliant,
Like the leaves.
If I could, I would blow your mind.
But ignorance is bliss.
And I am too happy for my own good.
I am an artist of the soul,
Beautiful, Brave, Profound.
My heart, the only tool of which I use,
It makes me special.
I could be destined for greatness,
But it would be nothing of worldly value.
My spirit would run free,
And touch as many as it could reach.
And God would smile from heaven,
Because the brilliance of my soul would shine out.
I look at the leaves today.
Brilliant, positively brilliant.

By Nicole Michele Bingham