The Poet Inside Me Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

when I was small
I never knew what was poetry at all
when it never sounded rhyme,
nonsense I'd call,
but to my thinking
there was a huge wall,
which when I came to know the truth, it got broken by a big iron ball,
that's where I began to understand there is a poet in me,
I produced poems from my vast mind-sea,
some of nonsense, some sad and some un rhyme;
but all that matters is that there's a poet inside me.