More Than Me
I haven't written a poem in such a long time, thought it was about time.
I am a rat, when I am not human
I am more truth when I imagine
My words become my passion
My sentences, a writ of fashion
To read the works of artists
Their stories ignite my soul
I moan and pant, my paws won't resist
My wintery nights are never cold
When I soften, I began to dream
Of the furs, born from ink
I am still human, odd as it seams
Between the lines, I am more than me.