To be a Poet

 

Is one that doesn’t sail through ignorant bliss

 

You feel everything and not an emotion is missed

 

To be a poet

 

Is to feel, like a universe of stars is dancing within you, 

 

an unknowing voice that feels so familiar

 

A feeling that feels like a summer evening

 

or sometimes a tornado, sometimes a raging storm that sends the tiles of your roof crashing.

 

Setting ablaze your written pages amongst its ashes

 

Within that feeling is a longing, or a wanting to belong in, your own story.

 

A self-discovery of you, a hidden truth

 

A feeling, when you breathe in

 

Do you feel that, do your lungs feel grateful for the oxygen they receive

 

Do you feel relief of when the air circulates

 

It’s the same feeling when you release, the insides of you that ache,

 

The pieces of you that have a story to tell but there is no escape

 

Your thoughts and feelings need a place to stay

 

And through your words, they find a home on the page

 

And sometimes what you share isn’t for everyone’s ears

 

It's not always what someone wants to hear

 

Its build-up of your own rage, of your fears  and sometimes  hate

 

As you take to the page, it relieves a burden off your plate

 

And other times is breathtakingly beautiful, just like silence when you

 

Hear the birds tweeting and the sky is so brightly blue

 

And your smile is as  golden as the rays that leave that summer silk shine

 

In the sky

 

And the pages you now write, match the happiness you feel inside

 

To be a poet is to be you, its to be true

 

To the pages you are inspired to write or to the waves of your own ocean,

 

That challenges your own tide

 

For we all poets in our own right, just some never get to

 

Ignite that light

 

Being a poet is to be human, to express your own truth.

 

Being a poet. Is just to be you