Words Relflect the Man

Words reflect the man, yet it reveals not the true nature of the beast. What you read is a verbal mask, a secret self, in an ink disguise. One may write humor, then be revealed as sullen and melancholy. Or write heartfelt prose, to be found a true cynic, to whom love is bunk Thus we praise the words, but would we applaud the man once divulged to us? Often, to write well, an inner demon must be allowed to break free. Imagination, cleverness and some guile, does make a good read As can honesty. Which is rare when found in form, and harder to write You must not fear it, if you wish it to come forth. It seeps from your well. Dip deep your quill pen, into your true self and see your writing change face. Gone will be your shield. Open to criticism, will take true courage