Motivational Poetry

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A Poet’s Heart

 Why do I reveal my heart so, writing these words from my soul?

Why do I wish to expose myself, pouring words so full?

Seems so much better to hide words away, especially when broken and sad

Seems so much wiser to put down my pen and privately think in my head

 Why does heartache inspire sonnets, and anger silent wrath?

Why do words pour out like water, flowing from my hand?

 Well…why do lonely hearts run from love they've never known?

Why do birds sing at night far before the light has grown?

Why does the touch of breeze always give me hope renewed?

Who reads my words here, hanging, so broken and so skewed?

 I think we look for answers, you from me and I from you

That’s why you read my writings, that’s why I write your true

To pull in foreign rivers, and rain down with the dew

A breathtaking cycle of formulated muse

 Through the thickness of my wonder, through the gazing of my eyes

Through the love spent gentle hunger, through the silence of my eyes

 We pour our hearts open, and pray for love returned

We never cease to hunger, for hope, though detoured

 Take my hand and I’ll take yours, and we’ll sail through the night

For all true love endures, til’ the spark of morning’s light

 And when the morning rises, with light from dead left night

I’ll break the silent whisper, of the wrestles heart held tight

 I’ll let you fly, far, high away, I’ll let you leave my sight

But if you come back in darkness, I’ll be gone to find new light.

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