Among the Makers
I walk among the makers
Those bright minds shaping language
Into lanterns that rise above the page
Their lines move like currents
Steady and certain carrying me forward
Even when I arrive empty-handed
In this place called Poetry Soup
I learn by watching brilliance
Unfold in quiet generous ways
Every verse I read becomes a doorway
Every stanza a reminder
That craft grows best in company
Here encouragement is a living thing
A creed beneath each comment
A warmth inside each shared attempt
As I study these talented poets’ words
I feel my own begin to take shape and rise
Clearer…braver…more wholly mine
This community doesn’t just inspire
It steadies the hand and strengthens the heart
This community encourages you to become
The best version of the poet you carry within
Thank you, fellow Soupers!
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