There once was a poet who believed she could make it big in this world
she wrote her words upon the sheet of paper and presented it to the world
they all acclaimed how nice they were and walked away but she kept on
her dreams growing each day the words kept flowing never giving up
some were not so good but she felt maybe some other day with work
then something strange took place her heart took to the winds left her dry
when she was not looking her soul soon followed her heart she felt empty
it took awhile for her heart to return with it came her soul they were different
she began to write, her words began to grow they had a life of their own
she began to take more pride in her words she was believing in herself
people began to take notice of her words they began to encourage her
she worked hard to please them hoping to make them happy with her words
then she discovered her words had developed personalities all their own
they sometimes refused to appear much to her dismay when they returned
there would be magic in some of her words others would only glimmer
but all would draw attention, people would read her words and nod
others would sit and ponder heavily on what they were trying to say
some would cry some would smile nowingly they always came back
she felt her success for people were reading her words and liking them

this is how i feel, my success is only knowing my words have meaning to people and that they do understand. they feel what i am trying to convey to them. they sometimes cry or smile knowingly or ponder my words, i am a poet who only wants her words to be read and to mean something.  this is my success, my happiness, who i am.