My Credentials

I lost my name
When I called myself
A poet.
A poet? No.
I corrected,
An encompassing
Writer.

I filled life,
I filled graves with lives,
And lives with lies.

I could pack people
In paragraphs.

I lost my name,
Healing.
Scratching,
Yawning.

The people in the paragraphs
Now bathe me
In their fame.

While I stand corrected,
Their writer,
I lost my name.