I Hear My Own Poems Rushing In Me

I HEAR MY OWN POEM RUSHING IN ME

I hear my own poem rushing in me
Despite my sadness and my despair
It tells me I am still alive-

I hear it rushing in me now
As these lines wonder too,
What will be next?
And if I will end it right?
And whether or not it is a true poem?

A rushing in me now-
Like words written and forgotten
So many times
Not so long ago-