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
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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