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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

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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Tim Smith Date: 7/3/2015 7:15:00 PM Very powerful write Edwin. I love the ending as well. No one should endure the pain from the poet Login to Reply Edwin Hofert Date: 7/3/2015 11:34:00 PM Thank you Tim! I agree! :)

Charmaine Chircop Date: 7/3/2015 5:10:00 PM I really love how you ended your poem in the last few lines..Wisely penned. Login to Reply Edwin Hofert Date: 7/3/2015 11:36:00 PM Thank you Charmaine. True story huh? :) I'm glad you stopped by. :)

Emile Pinet Date: 7/3/2015 4:45:00 PM Good story, good poem. It flows well and holds your interest from start to finish. This poem comes alive within the reader's heart as the story unfolds gently before them. Emile. Login to Reply Edwin Hofert Date: 7/3/2015 11:37:00 PM Thank you Emile. Hey? Do I remember something about you were taking a vacation? How did it go?