I sit back in my reclining chair
thoughts rolling through my hair
why give a poem a title
when it can speak for itself?
how I hate writing for likes
I write for the heart to ignite
to give it its own identity
we both made its life contently
why does my poem need a title
it makes my life like a recital
give it a chance to withstand
because a poem has life within its grip
©kimbreathe
K