LIFE IN A POET’S HEAD

When it comes it flows.
When it doesn’t it goes.

The words just happen over time,
And somehow form in rhyme.

No need to think too much about it all too long,
Sometimes, they almost want to form into a song.

Wondering what will come to me next,
This unique gift makes me feel at my very best.

To be able to express myself, in a way, that I can’t in any other style,
The words just flow naturally, some in short time or maybe in a while.

When the words arrive it all just makes sense,
No need to keep sitting on the fence.

To leave the reader a message/lesson or thought of hope,
To be able to help them throughout their journey and help find a way to continue to cope.

It’s the greatest feeling of achievement, and emotion, one would have accomplished from their words,
To have felt that their message had been translated correctly and heard.

Or for the reader to find their own translation,
From your words of creation.

‘Give a creative person a pen not a gun’,
‘and this weapon, will be more deadly than anyone.’

Words of wisdom, will always stay put in someone’s head,
Words can be used as kindness, or remain stinging from what was harmful, or rude, that once was said.

© By HF-Whisper
11/8/2020 21:42PM