I Am

I Am Poet I see the way they look away though I know that they don't know it. I see that they think less of me when I say that I am Poet. But they can't see the heart in me from times of love demanding. They can't see the scars I hide so they lack the understanding. Quietly they roll their eyes a half smile on their face. Quietly I watch and wait until everything's in place. Through many years, a million tears I've watched them as they're broken. Before they can begin to hear the words of comfort spoken. Like a book that has no value collecting dust up on a shelf. Suddenly becoming priceless once you've read the book yourself. They cannot see that part of me and dreams that came unraveled. Until suddenly awakened on a road I one time traveled. I see the way they look away though I know that they don't know it. I see that they think less of me when I say that I am Poet. So I cling to hope for them and at night I softly pray. That the day will never come when they need the words I say. Edwin C Hofert