The Picture of a Poet
I am watching the picture of a poet
He seems so strong and determined
His face is poised and sure
Suddenly, I see the nearly unnoticeable
Glint of fear in those dark eyes
That seemed to whisper:
``What would happen if they really knew me?``
But only briefly could these words be heard
For he is a tower, tall and fortified
‘’Does this fear really exist?’’
I ask myself as I ponder
Looking into his dark eyes
‘’Yes, it does,’’ they answer
And they start telling me
With defiant intensity that
His weakness is his strength
Our eyes met and that moment
Is rooted in my mind
Utterly, eternally
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