Advice Contemplated

Do not look to me with questioning eyes - I do not possess the answers you seek cannot taste the bitter sweetness on your tongue or smell the withered flowers along your path. My heart beats with less rhythm than your blues. I am unable to stumble through your dark corridors, you are poet undiscovered. Your answers are hidden deep within an apathetic pen - you hide behind a window painted closed - pushing too little - arriving late - unaware 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 anointed 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 words strung together a stanza - several stanzas a poem an honest to goodness 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; you truly are and always have been a Poet! A kind Poet has offered me advice so I am putting this out there. My initial reaction is to resist but with resistance comes potential lack of growth. In much of my work there is a somewhat limited use of punctuation. As a result the layout (if you read the previous version) is layed out in blocks of words to create the flow in which I want the piece to be experienced. First to address the whys, due to a lack of education and perhaps a lack of confidence I have developed a specific way of writing. My understanding of grammar punctuation and the use of certain words is problematic. I have a brain glitch of sorts that results in the same missuse of words over and over again. ie: to and too, there are many other words that I struggle with as well. So I wonder if in changing (or attempting to) will my work gain or lose something in the process. I look to you for your thoughts and comments. I thank my poet friend for going to the trouble to add the punctuation and reformating this piece. I also thank her for caring. I have not written her name because I am not sure if she would want me too. Thanks in advance for your feedback. A stumbling in the dark friend, Richard.