In Love With the Pain of a Poet

I love the idea, the lifestyle, the danger, Inherent in a “Yes, do it now”. I love the tears that were violently thrown, I love ignoring the what, why, when, how. I love the wall, the impenetrable rock, That we climb to find all we can be. And I love every emotional slice and cut, Every torment, in our quest to be free. On our quest going from flat to a cliff, From a quiet sail to a hard driven pain, We take our psyche through every valley, Each day, again and again. Expressing our mirror out to the world, Expressing, here, all that we feel, Keeping our creative breathing alive, Alive with the pain that is real.