Poem for Myself

I have written a thousand poems

For people around me

All but one

Have never written a poem for

Myself

It’s not because I don’t want to

But because I really don’t know how to

Or perhaps because I never thought to

But now I am trying

And yet I don’t know how to fill that page up

I think I know myself well enough

But all that comes to me

Are mere lines and not

Beautiful expressions and metaphors

That I used for others

Yet, I’ll still tattoo that page with ink

As I have written poems

For everyone I love

And I don’t want to be excluded

From that list