The Heart of a Poet
You wanna know the heart of a poet?
Think of every emotion;
Buried , burning, biting,
and no way to show it;
Save the ink;
Like scratches and burns;
Blood in between the lines;
Sweat marks in the margin;
Wondering is there a place it’s ok not to fit?
Searching, but will you ever find it?
Finally, that door slowly opens;
Raw with emotion;
Thick with a scream
and you can finally shout it;
Fire dipped in ink,
that’s the heart of a poet.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2019
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