As Poets

As Poets

There is a pressure

(Tis an honor, but a pressure none-the-less)

To examine, give light to

The hidden unexpressed

We experience

And express

For you to experience

And express

The most intimate of observations

And details closest to our chests

We offer you

Stanza and rhymed creation

For you to embrace

Or negate evocation

At times, a Poet faces writer’s block

Let’s call it Poet’s Void

This is when word and rhyme

In a Poet’s pen devoid

This is an inner voice ailment

Feeling like you’ve failed

(Though you haven’t failed yet)

Words stuck in your throat

Stuck in your chest

An arrest

On the unexpressed

The Poet must listen

Instead of jump to write

For it’s in honoring the inner voice

Will a Poet end her inner strife

Perhaps writers of other disciplines

Of good intent I’m sure

Need not suffer Poetic scrutiny

Ensuring every word

Is angelically pure

As a Poet

I cannot hide

Behind falsified Prose

Every word of mine you read

Must be truthfully composed

A Poet

Is to sacrifice

Inner secret thoughts

To provoke Poet anew

For it’s a Poet’s sacred duty

To awaken the Poet in you