In a room full of people, you're reading our words,
Silent, to yourself, alone.
Because bearing the stress of talking aloud,
Is much harder than sitting on your own.
And when we let you in, it's all the way.
We keep ourselves safe, but we have to say,
The ideas from within, the shadow or light,
Can comfort a stranger or set things right.
Our words have reached you,
they've made you see more,
And understand better than you could before,
In a form that can never completely remain,
untouched by the heart of it's writer,
We share this very real part of ourselves,
While the audience glows, ever brighter.
And vulnerability opens a door,
pulling strength on the strings of a lyre.
Our melody and lyric, not wanting for more,
Can raise each of our readers up higher.
A message, musings, on the power of words and poetry in particular.
In the time it takes to read a poem, the writer can deliver a powerful message of empathy and understanding. Drawing on very personal observations, the writer can be instantly intimate with their audience, display a certain vulnerability, break down the barriers that keep people from connecting on a real and human level.
