As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
......
There is space
between what I feel
and what I say-
a silent field
where words wait,
unspoken.
Not every truth
finds its voice.
Some stay behind the lips,
......
There is space
between what I feel
and what I say-
a silent field
where words wait,
unspoken.
Not every truth
finds its voice.
Some stay behind the lips,
......
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
......