Advice

Do not look to me with questioning eyes For i do not possess the answers you seek i cannot taste the bitter sweetness on your tongue, or smell the withered flowers along your path My heart beats with less rythm than your blues i am unable to stumble through your dark corridors, for you are poet undiscovered Your answers are hidden deep within an apathetic pen For you hide behind a painted closed window Pushing too little arriving late Not aware of your own relevance Solitarily, feeling sorry for yourself When instead, pity could be your party Yes it is true, the world celebrates sad clowns But you do not let laughter mix with your grey sky tears i myself, see images of you poured out on limitless pages Rearranged Sculpted Until your words have substance Becoming living and breathing beings I wish you to reveal to us your cherished children Birth them to a forgiving unforgiven world Risk the grasping hands of rejection True courage will reveal your annoited pen Without risk you cannot will not bleed in rainbowed splendor Instead, days will become years Yesterday will slide into tomorrow All the while the world would be less A shadow of what it could have been In a place of unawareness Oblivious to its own lacking Bathed in deprivation All because Of a missing Unexpressed Silent Unexplored voice! Or maybe Just maybe One letter A tiny little letter will grow into a word Several strung together a stanza Several stanzas a poem An honest to goodnes poem Then we will all be witnesses To the emergence The screaming or quiet entrance The proverbial birth of a singular voice of a wide eyed dreamer Then you will feel that collective sigh as other broken dreamers applaud you For on that day If only you possess the courage all will know That you truly are and always have been a Poet! For Tyshawn Knight's "Words of Wisdom" contest Re edited version.